Random Tuesday Moment

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