You are the rainbow after the storm.
You are a reality and a fantasy, you are the result of water and logic and a child’s wistful imagination. You inspire dreams and fiction, you cause people to stop and stare – to forget the torrid winds and lightning strikes that just tore their worlds apart.
I do everything for you.
I chase your spectrum for a gilded promise, only for you to vanish before I ever come close. I hunt storms and stand in the rain, waiting for the moment when the clouds will clear and you might expose yourself again.
Sometimes, you do.
Sometimes, you don’t.
I still chase, I still hunt.
I still stand in the rain.