I see past the rain because
there are no blue clouds on my horizon.
Iíve learned to sit with the gray
and find solace in the thump of the blues
that pummel my roof
and flood my gutters.
I see sunshine in the chickadee
that warbles on my feeder at dawn
in the verdant shoot
that breaks through the loamy earth
in twilight, when pinkish day
meets lavender night on the horizon.
Iím open to sunbeams when I reach
out to another in need;
the light comes when I look beyond myself.
Rainbows appear in the strangest places.