Late afternoon, shaking off the day’s chaos, a light and very welcome rain sprinkles down.
I’m drinking a glass of water and picking a few rouge leaves from here and there in the garden, when I look up and see a rainbow, a gem, tucked over the hill.
I stand, the rain falling ever so slightly. We need rain in a serious way, in a way that makes me worried about gardening. Every evening, I give little sips of water to my plants. But for this moment: water and color.
The rainbow never tells me
That gust and storm are by,
Yet is she more convincing
Than Philosophy.— Emily Dickinson