RAINBOW OF LIFE

The winds are my sigh
of a storm but passing by
and falling tears of pain
are a gently passing rain.

The anger in my eyes
flash lightning through the sky.
The anger of my cry
shouts a thunderous alibi.

The skies cry my tears.
The thunder shouts my fears.
The stinging of the rain
releases all my pain.

This angry demon thing
of ruthless omnipotence seems
and just as one would fair
that all is lost to despair,

a gentle rhythm rhyme
joins the heartbeat of time
and the angry pain subsides as
down my face the rain gently glides.

And as the transforming rains
of sadness and pain
join with brilliance of the sun
with which hope and happiness come,

the beauty of life appears
in colorful array
what we call a "rainbow"
is the joined happiness and pain.

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