It rains when there’s sun and even when there isn’t, there still are rainbows. I connect the dots on the windshield and twiddle my thumbs. I think about the things I could have said, should have said, but that’s all in the past now and frankly it’s not worth the price of vodka. If anything, bemoan the black clouds, but look: see the hail dance in the grass, and the wind pulling at your hair and feel how cold your toes are against the warm pavement. And when the hail and rain and wind cease and the blue sky comes back brighter than you remembered it, go out and see the rainbow.
