Rainbow

After the storm has passed, Pelting rain has ceased, and Ratchet winds have shifted into Tolerable and non-threatening breezes, Life resumes in an ordinary sense. As grey clouds move east, The sky opens to unveil its majesty And daybreak takes its proper place. Slowly the sun emerges, Rising like a phoenix, Renewing our hope and calm. The world looks anew. As birds chirp and trees stand tall No longer swayed by unfriendly gusts, The clean scent of rain left behind Brings forth a new freshness in the day. Life resumes with kids playing in puddles And downtown streets are busied with people Who walk unrushed to appointments. On lucky days when looking into the sky A bow of colors may catch their eyes – Such a rare treasure that makes them smile As they take delight in its pleasing sight. What a miracles it is to see After the passing of a storm. Perched above it signals harmony And the promise of a new beginning. A wondrous sign to behold, A remarkable ending to that which has passed.