Why Rainbows Find Gold — After rain, a small bent coin in Finnick’s pocket went tick-tick-tick against his belt buckle. Read the full story →
After rain, a small bent coin in Finnick’s pocket went tick-tick-tick against his belt buckle. He hurried through wet clover, sniffing the sharp green smell, because he wanted the rainbow to stop wandering and come home to his family’s empty black pot.
The coin had belonged to his grandmother, and it hummed only on misty afternoons. “Show me where I fit,” Finnick whispered. The clouds went hush. The coin jumped from his hand, clinked into the pot, and every other coin rang like tiny bells.
Down curved the rainbow, warm and bright, right to the rim. Ever since, rainbows land where a treasured coin feels at home. If you peek among the shamrocks, can you spot the pot that answered with bells?
