We watched dark rain clouds move aside for the fat, fluffy kind, the kind white unicorns gallop from.

The kind of clouds that make you think – God?

“Maybe someone asked for the rain rain to go away, come back another day,” I said.

“Hey.” You squinted your eyes, extended your arm to point at a cloud in the distance. “Would you call me a ho if I said that cloud looks like a penis?”

I shielded my eyes, followed your gaze. An oblong cloud, pushing vertically through two rounded ones.

“I’d call you a liar if you said you didn’t.”

“That’s like, God’s cock right there,” you said.

“It’s almost perfect.”

“A celestial chode.”

“I’m choosing not to see it as a chode,” I said. “It’s like it’s being thrust through the clouds. Like we’re not seeing the whole dick.”

You watched it for a moment. “It’s kind of chodey,” you said.

“A bit of a crook in it too, if we’re gonna nitpick.”

But just then a rainbow began to form, passing right through the tip of the crooked celestial chode.

“No,” you said, squeezing my hand.

“Yep.”

“It’s cumming.”

“In multicolor, it’s cumming in multicolor.”

We watched the rainbow grow and define, exploding full and bright.

“It is,” you said. “Now it’s perfect.”