Haiku

In the eve of friday,
just shy of six,
the rain clouds cleared,
everyone saw a miracle.




It was spectacular, the rainbow of course. I'd like to fancy that the world stopped to gaze at magic. I've never seen one in real life. I know the science, I know the stories. But its something that made me pause and think about the sky and everything below it.

The feeling of gazing at it is too difficult to pen down, in this case, type out.

Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet. Its too simplistic to discribe it by them.

Rainbows evoke a sense of peace inbued when young. Where everything else becomes tainted, rainbows stay pure.

The mind runs at breakneck speed at the sight of rainbows.

That is the reason why wordless is attached to rainbows. Where beginning, middle and end are reversed, jumbled up and in line all at the same time.

What rainbows are? They're....