Wind drives rain against my window
and causes the Internet to play
peekaboo with my satellite
dish; it’s another stormy day.
I am almost lulled to sleep by
the pattering of the raindrops,
my thoughts becoming foggier,
when the rainfall abruptly stops.
I rouse myself and see the glow,
bright sunshine is already beaming.
I look downward to see the light
where a fresh rainbow is gleaming.
It comes from the prisms in my
window, hung to reflect sunlight,
casting upon my carpet there
their spots of color until night.