Sun, Rain, and Rainbows

It was a bright day, and I was with one of my closest friends. I took out my red cup and as I tilted it, I poured the ice cold Jamaican beer. The foam led out a loud fizz as it slowly rose. I tasted it and laid back down on the chair. We were close to the beach. Once we arrived and finally touched ground, the scorching sun showered us with its rays. I can feel the skin cancer penetrate into me. A beautiful, and dangerous thing. My skin was hot and I could smell the salt water. We were here. The burning sand against the soles of our feet made it hard to walk. The muscles in my legs tightening up as we moved forward, and I could feel a sweat trickle down my forehead. Finally, reaching the perfect spot, we laid out the blanket and all our bags. My friend poured us some more beer and took out a container of watermelon. Fresh, sweet, and juicy. The watermelon took over my taste buds with its simple sugars.
We ran to the water laughing and slightly buzzed from the alcohol. The cold water crashing into our hot skin making us wince, scream, and laugh. Two different temperatures complimenting themselves. Dipping my whole body slowly into the water, I had goosebumps and the pores of my skin automatically felt fresh. The waves were strong and relentless. The body of the wave coming over my head as I tightly close my eyes and let it slap me. I sink into the body of water as I feel the force of the wave move forward and disappear. I rise with my hair tangled and white foam all around me. Strong waves always leave the white foam, or so I think.
The inside of my nose slightly burns. My lips taste salty, and my eyes sting. The sun is getting stronger and I can see the rawness of my shoulders. Floating and enjoying life, my friend and I talk about the world. School, the future, boys, ideas, and things we’d like to do. An hour and a half has passed and our bodies felt like spaghetti. Reaching the sand and our blanket we die into peace and tranquility. We drink a little more, talk a little more, and rest a whole lot. Our legs ache, and our skin is cooked. The sky starts to darken and everyone gets up to leave. The burning sun turns cold and gloomy. Rain pokes the skin of people that leave trace that there once was a sun.
We ran out of the beach, our legs crying and our muscles enlarging from all the work. The sky is angry and it feels like the end of the world. But, like everything in life, the storm passes and a shed of light peeks out of the clouds. Studying the sky I found a beautiful thing. There were two rainbows cascading over all of us. Dark clouds took over the background, but these two rainbows colored the black and white. It was a beautiful day and I enjoyed every second of it. Even if the brightness temporarily left, you will basically find a rainbow. The brightness will come again.