Hello Rainbow

When was the last time you looked up at a rainbow?
That soft, light, partial arch so high up in the sky.
She is so frail, so delicate,
so vulnerable, so beautiful.
What is she doing up there,
with the rough blowing winds,
boisterous clouds, harsh sun,
and the occasional monster, the aeroplane.
The rainbow is so weak, compared to them,
yet she still survives, coming back, again, and again.
Why is she there?
Why is she coming back?
To see me?
To see you?
To see us?
Why does she come?
Is she a miracle?
Do you consider yourself lucky to see her?
Is she an act of God?
Or are you just going to explain her appearance in the sky as a chemical reaction,
and shut her up in a drawer?
Or are you just going to remain silent,
and let her be?