On a rainy day, I began to write.
Feeling each trickle as the raindrops splatter,
The rain sings its mesmerizing song; I listen; now nothing matters
My mind eased in a contemplative state,
Only sounds of a soporific
I can see a rainbow,
see it in the sky, see it when the rain has gone away.
All the colors of the rainbow in the sky so high,
I can name them all for you today:
Red there is, a rosy red, a red so bright and bonny,
and orange as a tiger lily leaf, so bold and tawny,
yellow as the blazing sun, that gives us all our light,
and green as grass beneath our feet,
blue as the sky so bright.
There's indigo, as dark as night,
and violet like flowers.
These are the colors nature paints the sky
with after showers.
