Sometimes I think the screech or cry we utter at birth is our attempt to scream the first of what will be, an infinite number of ‘why?!’ We just don’t know how to articulate it yet. But we will learn. Oh yes, we will learn. It’s a word, a feeling, a rage and sense of despair that can make us stutter, sputter, stomp, and splatter anyone and everything with our demand.  We don’t seem to be as intelligent as Pavlov’s dog. We keep salivating the question even though there is no meat or answer following life’s bell.

Perchance the answer to ‘why’ is the rainbow bridging two clouds. Myself and the events, people, or whatever spurred the why joined by the breath of the rain’s remains.  The sun will kiss the rainbow away. The wind will move and reform the clouds. No trace – at least what we can see- will remain. Life goes on.  All that matters is we were willing for that split moment in time, space, life, and love to be near enough to anchor the bridge. Why’ rests upon the rainbow.