Searching for rainbows

I don’t think the rain ever touched us.
Maybe it was soaked in our hair, droplets sliding off our coats.
There were always rainbows, waterfalls, Iceland weather on summer walks.

I remember it rained,
But I don’t remember the rain itself.
Instead I hear the sound of laughter,
Smiles I can’t contain,
Words I can’t speak,
Rushing rivers,
My heartbeat.

How can I not run outside,
Searching for rainbows?