All alone in my urban home, outside my wooden window seal I see rain, black clouds, heavy rainfalls, and flooding. Stimulation from whistling zephyrs blast the sound of piccolos; so simplistic, yet uplifting. A black pigeon has flown into my window and fallen. As the candles burn on the nightstand in my dark room, I close my eyes and imagine I'm on Rainbow Lane. Rainbow Lane is a street I love to cruise by occasionally, especially during the holidays. Every house is always decorated with fancy Christmas lights and nativity scenes that adorns every front lawn on the block. I live on a very large cul de sac called Storm Drive located in the boon docks. On Storm Drive, the sun never shines no matter how early my neighbors and I wake up. Flowers don't thrive. The grass is shades of brown, tan, and a dullish hunter green. And the neighbors hardly ever mow the lawn. Every day without fail, the police are called for something. I can only imagine, hope, and plan my move to Rainbow Lane.

About 20 miles north of Storm Drive, there's a street called Sunshine Boulevard. Everyone there is content and willing to settle. I even considered moving there several times. But if I do, I must face even more obstacles, bumpy roads, and dead ends in order to get there. Although the rent is slightly higher, it's better than Storm Drive. Some would go to great lengths to afford the cost of living. If you compare it to Storm Drive, you would understand why no one wants to live there. Sunshine Boulevard is obscured, and everyone gets lost trying to find it. Some people give up, some are denied entry access, and some continue trying to break through the barriers. The majority of the people who make it to Sunshine Boulevard get comfortable there, and they end their quests to Rainbow Lane.

About 50 miles North of Sunshine Boulevard, there is a street called Rainbow Lane. It looks like Paradise on Rainbow Lane. The houses are enormous, elaborate, and expensive to own. All of the residents on Rainbow Lane are pleasant and courteous no matter what their race, gender, or sexual orientation may be. Everyone is contented, wealthy, and worry free. This street is even harder to find because it was built on top of a mountain. It's a peaceful, quiet, low crime area where everybody gets along. Some move in temporarily as the economy is unpredictable. And some even end up right back on Storm Drive. I never understood why. But I know if I ever make it to Rainbow Lane, there's no coming back.