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Silver drops of water wet the ground,
It had to, for the sky was dark and grey.
The sun was up but I couldn't see much,
except for the partial light seeping in
through the blanket of clouds.
The birds were hidden away in their nests,
To stay away from the cold showers of the west.
Slowly as the clock ticked,
the sun was out but the rains never did stop.
It was like a play of who's and who
between the shining sun and the falling rain.
Their play splashed colors of joy
and they painted the sky with shades so nice.
The colors were just seven,
but they did take you to a blissful heaven.
The angelic arches were like a magical slide,
taking our imagination for a dazzling ride.
At times, I saw myself up there walking along,
playing with a dash of colors and tooting on.
At another time, I was sitting by the end,
of the spectrum with a book in hand,
and happily reading and laughing on.
I was even able to solve a few mysteries,
that were puzzling my mind and leaving clues behind.
Sometimes the colors were double bright,
and the arches, a thrill to look up and enjoy.
As I walked out of my cozy nest and looked up at the sky,
I saw the nature's lovely gift offering lessons day and night.
The colors of a rainbow teach me a lesson so easy and wise
that there will be bright hues even on grey and weary nights.
Even when life is dark and dull at times,
there will be a whip of the magnificent and bright.
Life is going to be great and nice,
as the chromatic rainbow
reminds me of the glory and might.
© Meena Arvind
Inspired by the double rainbows we saw in K-town on the last week of February.