I love the sky after a storm.
Last night,
To the west as the sun set,
The sky was a perfect rosy red,
Bringing this girl delight.

Slightly to the south,
The curve of the Earth
Had already thrown the clouds
Into purple shadow.

But to the west,
The clouds were painted
A perfect gold with lovely strokes.
Full yet subtle,
Defined yet I can see
Where the Painter has blended
The gold with the blue of the sky,
Washed pure with the passed rain.

So beautiful.