The Rainbow

October 19, 2017
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Skies are dreary and gray,

Every ounce filled with dismay.

Heavy rains come clashing down,

And on my face rests a frown.

 

Finally, the storm does stop,

Ending without a single drop.

The sky turns cheerful and bright,

Instead of darkness comes light.

 

Spreading across the sky,

A rainbow meets my eye.

What happens after rain,

Washes away all lingering pain.






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