micropoem for the day: after rain

There are moments when I know life is good. It’s been raining most of the day. Then the pitter-pat of little rain feet ceases. I step outside and the air is fresh. There’s a slight breeze to keep the cool on. Then I look up in the sky. It isn’t a bird I see. And it’s not an airplane either. It’s definitely not Superman. No. What I see is something more magical than those suggestions. And I am so glad I was here to see it.

across the sky
a rainbow of colors
nature’s celebration