Colors of the Rainbow

The pregnant skies bore A shower of tears, Hoping the sun would soon Return to brighten her spirits. She wishes the pain would cease And be released from the depression That gripped her ever so tightly, Clouding her mind with sorrow. Alas, the sun arrives Peeking his head from behind The pallid, drained face Of the skies. Her mourning is hushed But broken is trust That had blatantly been Washed away with her tears. The time has come The pain is done The battle is won O’er the hurt of the sun. The victory opens a Colorful scene— A myriad of meshed, Sparkling shades. Red, orange, yellow, Green, blue, indigo, Violet—a beautiful family Reflecting its pride. The colors of the rainbow Are the end result Of the struggles and pain That life will leave.