Sylph.

I have just spotted the
sturdiest rainbow I've
ever seen, a broad spectrum
girder propping up a
gazillion p.s.i of
heaven, cutting a techni
colour swathe through fit to burst
cumulo clouds, those seven
primarys imprismed in
a big, bright, water born
refractory curve, and it
starts to hammer down across
the river, a back lit squall
all 2B/HB grey sliding
right by me, a bone dry
insignificant transfixed
by this testament to fresh
starts and new hope, wondering
if it's me that's being Noahed.