The Truth of Rainbows
Heaven, shedding dark tears
Makes this dull, grumpy day
Sulky storms puff their chests
Dressed in suits, flannel gray
They brood and they grumble
And complain of their mood
They're damp and foreboding
Yes, they're really quite rude
But the weather is improving
Rainbows parting the shrouds
God's squeezing out toothpaste
To brush bright ... the clouds!
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Rainbows" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Judge & Sponsor.
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