Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

In the midst of another tornado, we spotted a rainbow. The rain was heavy, so was the day. Another tornado. The 4th one in a row. Clearly these days are not playing by the rules. Clearly tornadoes are rewriting the rules. Clearly, we are glad to be alive. Clearly glad to be breathing even if a little, for this thing we call life, this devotion to dreams, to rainbows too, with tornadoes and all it brings.