As the rains die down, while the last drops will cling hard to the steel rails a defiant spider will try hard to hold on to its wispy web. They will soon learn what I did in middle school- about gravity and its humiliating ways.Up in the skies, the sun's battle with the clouds creates this. You remember V-I-B-G-Y-O-R and the many phsyics classes that were devoted to the clinical dissection of something this beautiful.
Soon there is another one but this one is R-O-Y-G-B-I-V, you say proudly. You vaguely remember the analysis, the reasoning, the mechanism. You make a mental note to look it up later...some habits die hard.
And in this light even your corner garden glows beautifully. The sweet smelling jasmine buds open up stealthily, just when you look away...
The herbs, the money plant from Grad school days, the replacement pepper plant for the Boy and and Rono-the Nordic garden gnome to gaurd them all.