bright sun is still shining

This poem was born of sadness and disappointment. Once upon a time, many, many years ago, I was sent outside to do a job. It was raining. Not pouring, or even a heavy rain, but just a little more than just a sprinkle. Not enough to have fun splashing in puddles if you wanted to get wet, but enough to make it annoying if you’re trying to avoid getting wet. The clouds were gray, but not dark gray, and they covered most of the sky. Every once in a while, the sun would peek through a gap in those clouds. Whenever that happened, I would look around, hoping to see a rainbow. I kept thinking about how cool it would be to see one that day, and kept scanning the gray for any hint of color, no matter how faint.

Nope.

No rainbow for me, not that day. But the experience did inspire the above poem. And the internet has inspired me to put that poem on the above picture, which my wife took several years ago. Because my wife is awesome and the universe gives her rainbows.Double rainbows, even, if you look closely between the lines.

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