Lightening from heaven, crashing.
Incandescent, violent.
Luminous rainbows appear.
Isolated black clouds, blue sky.
The Devil is beating his wife.
Her tears of pain raining down.

I grew up with the saying that if the sun shone while it rained,
the “devil was beating his wife.” 
We didn’t question the wisdom of this, as wives surely got beaten.
Even ‘ol Scratch must have a wife to endure him, and take the blame.
Mothers stayed and crafted beauty through pain,
they forgot to teach us how to leave.