Rainbows

White horses prancing
Torrents pouring, Sun blazing,
Rainbow, lift my heart

Rainbow



I promised there would be a rainbow.
Here She comes!
Is she always there but we can’t see her?
Like a deity, so close, but somewhere out of reach?
Do we always have to trust or just believe?
Bright was this Autumn morning and my own September song:
Sun blazing on my river and across its rushing waves,
white horses swiftly dancing to its happy, yellow tune.
Then, spots of grey, the saddest grey, as rain began to fall.
Somewhere above, beyond, across a cloud,
She arches into view.
I knew She’d come, I told you so!
She is Rain’s apposite, accomplice of the Sun.
In the deepest, darkest days when She is hidden from our view,
sometimes we have to trust or just believe.