I sit and I watch the sunlight,

The way it dances through this manufactured Eden,

And I think I begin to understand what believers

find beautiful in faith.

The way it finds holes in that which would keep it out.

It sings and skips along those that reflect it.

It feeds all those whom choose to bask in it.

It even strains for those visibly just out of reach.

And yet I just can’t forgive the rarity of rainbows

on days it lets the clouds win.