Dear Earth,

Somewhere between storm and surrender,
you pulled color from rain—
a soft arc rising above the quiet edges
of golden fields and wood-planked shelter.

The air still smelled like distance,
the ground still held its thirst,
but for a breath of time,
you gave us this:
a reminder that beauty doesn’t wait
for conditions to be perfect.

Thank you for painting light
where no one asked for it.

With love,
—Cat Atom