Mountain Rainbow

The heavens wept their icy tears, Grey clouds heavy, low and brooding. Looking down my eyes were dark, My face a frown, the sky reflected. Looking down I did not see, The sunlight fling the window wide, And beg the rain to shower gladness On the monkeys' wedding waltzes. And beg the rain to paint an arch From silvered shafts it offered free. By threading colours clad with hope Through every raindrop's crystal heart. By threading colours bright with laughter, Sun and rain sewed up the sky. They healed the rent that loss had left them, Darned the damage, rescued faith. They healed the rent, then brushed my shoulder, Shyly turned my face to see The double bow of loves' sweet labour, Stitching stairs towards the Light. The double bow stretched over my sorrow, Took my grief to fold it close. Gathered my darkness, gilded it golden, And lined my clouds in shimmering grace.