The happy place

Hey there were clouds deep gray but through an opening to the west, the sun shone so strongly that these clouds seemed dark blue, and the lawn and little pergola were brightly lit, the white painted frame blinding.

A stark contrast to this aforementioned sky

And there I saw a rainbow.

It all looked like in a smurf village.

Next time I looked out a few minutes later, through that same window,

The rain fell heavily, and everything was gray again

Then the smurfs were suddenly gone

Rode off, no doubt, on big green toads

There’s lots of them, I see them every night

Toads, not smurfs

But there are no crickets here.

A pretty powerful world indeed