8. When Is The Rainbow Coming
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,
dampening spirits as I stared.
When will you be ready?
As the wind made it cloudy,
One drop fell; now I could tell.
Drenched now, like a wet bridewell
When will the rain come again?
When will the rainbow take away the pain?
Keep me from this drought.
Don't let the rain go south.
Whats inside reflected depressing,
The thunder, the lightening,
blinding, and cracking;
Love was crying.
The tumult was brief,
I am not making light of this grief.
The clouds, the wind, my state,
and a love, did dissipate.
Now appearing in the distance,
although much more intense.
A familiar smell of moisture,
I saw a rainbow illuminating its colors.
When will the rain come again?
When will the rainbow take away the pain?
Keep me from this drought.
Don't let the rain go south.
I looked at the flower in the garden,
a blurred and brilliant crimson,
still wet, as if it had been crying.
Even though its blooming.
Not for itself does a flower bloom,
but for you and I, I assume.
It only requires an occasional watering,
or even maybe some gentle coaxing;
Like our hearts.
When will the rain come again?
When will the rainbow take away the pain?
Keep me from this drought.
Don't let the rain go south.
by Gary H.....June 7, 1998
Artists Credit: "Life Memories" - by Tito Salomoni
