The mean boy on the bike taunted the little girl as she walked along. "There really aren't any angels! You should stop talking about them!" The little girl stopped and stared at him for a moment as he circled around her once. Then he peddled away, and after a moment, she walked on. Soon the weather matched her mood, as it began to rain. 'I wish I could see an angel,' she thought to herself. She came to a wide puddle, and stood looking down at it, and saw a reflection of herself looking back up at her which she couldn't quite recognize at first because the wind and raindrops were disturbing the surface, and slanting rays of sunlight from between the dark clouds cast rippling flashes of brilliance into her eyes. She stared down at the rippling, brilliantly flashing image, and after a moment she reached up and smeared the tears away from her eyes, and brushed the salt-tasting streaks from her face and lips. The cold wind rustled the leaves and teased at her hair. Then she went around the puddle and walked on. Soon the rain stopped, and she saw a rainbow come out. It touched the ground and the sky in a long thin breathtaking arc of translucent colors, of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple; red above and purple below. She stared up at it, so far away, so perfect, so beautiful in the pure white clouds, the tops of some of which were glowing brightly in the sunshine. 'I wonder if there's really a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow?' she thought to herself. Then she came to the street where her friends played. They were all of different races; brown skinned, yellow skinned, olive skinned, red skinned, white skinned, all different possible colors and races. She was just greeting them, when the bad kid came past on his bike again, and shouted at her, "What do you think you are, some kind of a one-girl rainbow coalition?" He stuck out his tongue at her and rode off. A girl of a different race than her smiled at the little girl, and said, "That's alright. He doesn't know any better. You have a heart of gold."