Gray Day Rainbow

There is a window in my craft room that looks out on my front yard and the street below; it is big and square and slightly dirty, because I moved here in the middle of Fall and missed out on Spring cleaning. I like to begin my day in front of it with a cup of tea. Some days the window shows me a street shrouded in fog so thick I can’t see the house on the other side; other days the sky keeps its clouds but still hides the sun. And still other days I look out the window to see a wet stained world and a continuous drizzle. I spend so much of my time at the window looking up, hoping to catch a glimpse of the sun, that I nearly forgot to look down. If I hadn’t I would have missed the rainbow on my driveway.