Wrapped up warmly, I venture outside, into the teeth of the wind. Jewelled raindrops decorate the grass, adorning stems like diamonds. The sun shines through a window in the clouds. Bright patches of light highlight the cliffs, bringing into sharp focus the copper and brown of autumn. Fields gleam emerald green in the warmth. The rain starts again, blown by the breeze. I turn, and there, arched over the hills, is a rainbow, glowing against the storm clouds. Stop and stare until, face numbed by cold, I head for home. Sat on the window seat, I watch as the squall approaches. Closer and closer, until the water lashes at the glass. Inside, snug and warm, I drink my tea, and look, and ponder.