Postscript: The backstory is that my 9-year-old granddaughter was entertaining herself in lockdown braiding these tiny rubberbands. So I asked her to make me a bracelet. I wear it every day now and will until the shitstorm is over, and probably beyond. It has the look of a rainbow, which I take as her sign of hope. I matched the words to it as a sort of deformed haiku describing the actual weather of the day she made it for me.