Author Note: In case I forgot to mention earlier, Kally's sister's name is Karen. I never quite worked that in to the story, but yeah that's what it is!!! So anyways…this is the final chapter, but there's going to be an epilogue (so don't be thrown by the "the end' at the bottom, lol). I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: The story is my own, but the characters all belong to S.E. Hinton (Unless of course they're the ones one I made up, lol). Also, parts of the book are quoted, so that completely belongs to S.E. Hinton. Those parts are in italics. I always forget to do a disclaimer for the chapters, so if I do, that goes for always!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And one final thing. I don't really know how I came up with the title. It just sort of popped into my head (don't worry, I'll work it in with the story), so if I heard that somewhere or something, like it sounds like a song, and accidentally stole it, plz don't sue me, thank you very much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ponyboy's POV (Kally's funeral)

"Tears can come in many forms: They can be light and beautiful, the kind that slowly fall from eyes to cheek and down further, they can come in violent sobs that express an infinite suffering, or they can come with rain which in itself carries many meanings. But the rain of pain doesn't fall today, for today I am remembering Kally. She was beautiful. She was an angle. Her heart and spirit is something to which this world can not be confined. We would not be right to hold her here, for she was too precious for this earth which is becoming so dirty and so sick. Kally was meant to be in heaven. Where life is golden and she is free to protect. She will be a guardian angle to us all, for from heaven she can create even more miracles than she did on earth. But that is not to say that we should forget the miracles of her life: her giving heart, her kind words, and her radiant smile, but that we should remember them and know that now that she is in a better place they can only grow and reach millions more...perhaps even the world. So remember Kally and learn from her, for always she is in the wind and the rain: the rain that cleanses and brings new life down upon us all. We love you Kally and you will be missed deeply, but never forgotten…"

I took a deep breath and looked up. Everyone in the church held eyes that were full of tears, but everyone also held a light smile, for though we were saying goodbye to Kally, we knew that we could never truly loose her. We walked outside and watched her coffin get lowered into the ground. I felt a light rain fall from the sky and it met with my tears as I placed a bouquet of golden yellow roses on her coffin. The sun still shone and a rainbow was forming. It was beautiful and glowed with a promise: the promise of chance. I have the chance to make a difference and I will take it.

Karen walked behind me and placed her own flowers on Kally's coffin. I take her hand and together we walked over to Darry, Lauren, Soda, Steve, and Two-Bit.

"That was a beautiful speech Ponyboy," Darry said, "I actually almost cried."

"Almost, I saw you man, don't lie." He ruffled my hair playfully.

"Let's go home," he said.

We all headed to the car, but I took one last look at Kally's grave…

"I Sat down and picked up my pen and thought for a minuet. Remembering. Remembering a handsome, dark boy with a reckless grin and a hot temper. A tough, towheaded boy with a cigarette in his mouth and a bitter grin on his hard face. Remembering-and this time it didn't hurt-a quiet, defeated-looking sixteen year old whose hair needed cutting badly and who had black eyes with a frightened expression to them. One week had taken all thereof them. And I decided I could tell people…"

….remembering-and this time with a smile- a beautiful, kind hearted little girl with dark eyes and all the courage imaginable: a person who could light up the room just by walking inside and who had saved so many lives. She had something to tell the world, but, like Johnny, was never given the chance, so I decided that I could tell people…

We all piled in the car and headed home, ready to face the day and ready to face the world. I looked out of the car window and up toward the sky. I saw a ray of golden light fall downward and touch her grave in a gentle and claming light. I knew that an angle had come and had carried her to heaven on wings of gold.

The End