When is the Rainbow
The day was like most have been.
The slight breeze, soon turned to wind.
Inside I sensed a doubt
of a love and what I was about.
The storm quickly brewed,
and the leaves quickly stirred.
I could smell the moisture in the air,
dampening even more as I stared
into... the darkening sky.
When will the rain come again?
When will the rainbow take away the pain
from the drought, and to keep me going?
When is the rainbow coming?
When will you be ready?
Then a drop...fell,
more cloudiness, I could tell.
Drenched now, all things were drooping,
including that which was inside of me.
The thunder, the lightening,
blinding, and cracking.
Love was crying.
The tumult was brief,
I am not making light of the grief.
The clouds, the wind, my state,
and a love, did dissipate.
When will the rain come again?
When will the rainbow take away the pain
from the drought, to keep me going?
When is the rainbow coming?
When will you be ready?
As quickly as before,
the same smell of the moisture,
although much more intense.
Now appearing in the distance,
I saw a rainbow, illuminating
colors, like your aura,
all different, and nearly overwhelming.
I looked at the flower in the garden,
still wet, as if it had been crying.
Even though its blooming,
it does not for itself, but for you and I.
It only requires an occasional watering
or even maybe some gentle talking,
like our hearts, here and there.
When will the rain come again?
When will the rainbow take away the pain
from the drought, to keep me going?
When is the rainbow coming?
When will you be ready?
by Gary H.....June 7, 1998
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1996
by Chuck Doswell
Photo by Annie Sheridan,
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