I can see the sun shining,
I feel the raindrops;
so where is my rainbow?
Where?
I look about,
doubt in my heart
that one will be there;
when there should be one there.
Where is my rainbow?
Where?
Or am I just imagining
that when two facts collide
a resulting phenomenon
should be to my side?
Where is my rainbow?
Where?
Oh, where?
For it isn’t there.
The Rainbow on the edge of time
existed for barely a minute;
then, it left with out a thought to my rhyme,
and the words that I should put in it.
Let me take a bow
to the rain
and how it falls upon me.
And how that I can get
absolutely soaking wet
which is never quite beyond me.
I was standing in the sun
it shone on everyone
but, especially, on me.
And then I saw the bow,
took a picture so I’d know
that the Sun had even been…
here, with me.
So, now I’m drying off
I sniffle and I cough,
a sneeze is soon forthcoming,
Because, I went out in the Sun
and came home in the rain,
that upon my head was drumming.
There was a Rainbow
in the sky
just hanging about
not passing by;
seems it was waiting for another.
There were two Rainbows in the sky
just hanging about
not passing by;
until they faded
one by one
all their waitings
finally done.
Richard Of York
probably saw Rainbows
in the reign;
but, never knew why
we say
that Richard Of York
Gave Battle In Vain.
This morning the sun was a blood orange in the sky
I regarded it with many thoughts
As I passed by
And before me were a sheave of heavy grey clouds topped up with rain
And some began shedding their droplets upon the lands below
And there…
Was…
A rainbow.
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