The End Of The Rainbow
I look outside and see rain clouds coming from all around.
I never did like this kind of weather compared to the sun.
Thunder, lightning, darkness, and a wet, muddy ground
Are not exactly what I call the ingredients for days of fun.
I bundle up, put on some soup, and make grilled cheese.
It’s going to be a long day and I want to stay warm.
I moved to the southwest so that I wouldn’t freeze,
But the monsoon season moves in like bees in a swarm.
It only lasts a few hours, quickly losing its steam.
Then a giant rainbow shows as the clouds disappear.
It’s full of bright colors and ends across the stream.
I get dressed and go check it out because it’s so near.
I remember the stories from when I was young,
Talking about riches at the end of a rainbow.
I hurry to the stream and the flowers it is among,
Hoping to find a leprechaun with money in tow.
When I get there, I can’t believe what I see.
There is a man in handcuffs by a large pot of gold.
A little man in green is explaining to an officer by the tree,
That he has been stealing his riches since the days of old.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
