I see enchanting pictures of rainbows, Daniel. But, every time I read your poem (and, so far, I've done so twice) I think of smiles. Are rainbows smiles from the heavens, bestowing their favors on us, and urging us to smile back at the heavens and one another, in turn?

In the words of beloved Sufi/Muslim mystic, Hafez:

"The heart suffers when it cannot see and touch beauty,
but beauty is not shy it is synonymous with existence."

Sending many-hued smiles your way, @d-pend :D