Rainbows

I know all too well
it’s only the spectrum
of visible light
refracted, reflected,
angled and speeding
through the drops
of liquid cool,
flickering mists with
prisms of color,
ROY G BIV and
all that I learned
back in kindergarten.

Yet, when I stop for a moment
at the edge of a storm,
to gaze at
sun kissed sky
painted with rainbows,
I have to believe
that the world
is filled
with magic.