Myra sat curled up on her window seat, watching the relentless downpour. She traced raindrops as they slid down the glass, her fingers cold and her heart heavy. The idea of going to the beach felt impossible, drowned by the storm and her sinking mood. "Why does it have to rain today of all days?" she sighed, her breath fogging the pane.

Myra blinked in disbelief as sunlight spilled across her room, painting her walls in shades of amber and rose. She pressed her face to the window, awestruck by the sudden transformation. "Is that... a rainbow?" she whispered, her sadness melting into confusion and curiosity.

Myra hesitated for a moment, then grabbed her sandals and stepped outside. The world felt changed, humming with possibility. She followed the rainbow’s arc, her mood lifting with every warm step. "Maybe the beach won't be so bad after all," she mused, hope returning to her voice.

Myra wandered to the water’s edge, her feet sinking into cool, damp sand. The world felt quiet and new. She looked around in wonder, feeling the warmth on her skin and the gentle breeze that carried away her worries.

Myra sat down, knees drawn to her chest, and let her eyes drift closed. A gentle smile played on her lips as the sun caressed her face, and the last drops of rain cooled her toes. She felt happiness blooming inside her, unexpected and pure.

As Myra drifted into a peaceful sleep, she realized how quickly things could change—how the rain that made her sad could give way to sunshine that filled her with happiness. She understood, in the quiet hush of the beach, that sometimes all it takes is a shift in the weather to remind you that sadness is never forever, and joy can come as suddenly as a rainbow after the storm.