It is raining, the day is drab and gray,
but maybe when the sun peeps out,
there will be a rainbow today.
Sit there, buried deep in my thoughts,
While the pitter-pattering grows fainter outside,
Until finally it has all died.
The Queen of Stars waltzes
gracefully out, flaring brilliantly,
Her son, clothed in six gay colors
soon overtakes his mother
And stretches sideways into the sky
like the arc of the distant hills.
We stop and stare, amazed.
Be thankful for the gift of the rainbow.