Rainbows

You appear randomly
but always perfectly timed.
You dance in light beams,
hide in clouds
and play in the ice in my glass!

But the bows that catch my breath
are the ones that arc across the sky.
Calming reassurance
transcends your ephemeral beauty.

And I think to myself,
how lucky am I?

 
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