A Rainbow

I made my way across the drunken pavement, Glimpsing at the sun, which kindly offered a watery beam. The sweet, earthy air filling my lungs, As the weary clouds crawl aside to reveal, Behind that translucent wall of wisp, A stream of rich shade, Stretching across the hazy blue canvas. I pause, to admire this alluring marvel, Blood flowing from an open wound, That spectrum pumping rapidly from its side. The pale golden glow, Soaks into my skin, And I watch as this great show draws nigh. The pavement again sobers, The clouds slink together, And this masterpiece shrouds behind the curtain, Gradually fading into nothingness.