All day the rain has been rattling its tin shield
against the roof, but now, the noise stilled,
I look out the window and am surprised
by a rainbow over the Blue Ridge Mountains
in the distance, a huge arc of pink and yellow
and green, amazing and exquisite.
The rainbow fades quickly and is gone,
replaced by ostrich-feather clouds
that could be part of a Renaissance painting.
How rushed my life has been,
how fortunate to have this week
to return to the natural world again
and to listen to the first bird
chirping after rain.