The soft fade of their pale roars, with
the retreat of their dark glare, contained in those troubling clouds;
there is joy, when the storm has left.
And then, as all obscuration disappears, we find-
in our sharpening vision a beautiful tulip- emerging from the earth. and with
a gentle, shiver,- we slowly approach this light and
brush off all of the dirt, in recognition of what has come (to us).
And in that sight and in that vision- here, we smile,-
as a powerful breeze sweeps to us: here we laugh
at what the rain has brought, rainbow in our lives.
Here we don't need anything, because all there is is all we need.
Overjoyed and struck with perfect awe: his presence is inside of us
