Waiting at Rainbow's End

I have a picture saved,
in a stack of thumb printed
dog eared memories.
Emily sits on a redwood deck railing
peering back at the camera,
large eyed and hair wind tossed,
rainbow tie-dyed shirt
ice cream stained
and wet from a recent rain.
Behind her right shoulder
are towering black
anvil-shaped thunderhead clouds.
Behind her left,
a brilliant shaft of sun
throws light upon
the rain washed summer evening.
The overhead rainbow
tells me all is right.
I slowly return
the picture
to the box that I go to
when I need to find my smile.