I often look for rainbows
Written across dark stormy skies.
Flashes of bright colors,
Released by beams of light.
Within dark brooding rainclouds
Small droplets of ice cold rain
Explode with hidden colors
When touched by the sun's warm rays.
Sometimes life's storms are oppressive,
At times there seems no end,
But I'll be here waiting,
For the sun to shine again.
Connie Goulding
