Colorado is the Land of Rainbows

Thunderstorms outside my window. The smell of fresh cut grass and hay. Lightning streaks across the sky. They say tornadoes drop down in these parts, the funnels forming in the sky. There's no storm cellar here, but there's a basement with windows. What would you do if a twister fell on your house?

There's a brewery in town. New something-something. Fort Collins. I could see myself liking Fort Collins. If I had gone to school here. Los Angeles is such a strange beast. You need a car. If I lived close to Fort Collins maybe I could bike in. It would be strange, all the different people I'd meet. Strangely wonderful. Lightning flashes outside the window again. There are these miller moths. They come and cling to everything.

And then there's this rainbow outside our window. It looks so sturdy, like it's going to be there even when the clouds disappear, still streaking across the sky, up into space, out of sight.