Gentle blue turns deep like grey
Grey turns dark in a peaceful way
My hand reaches forward
I begin to grin
Gently down come the birds
Guiding their kin
My hand grows damp
My hair moistened now
The sky lights up like a lamp
Delicate droplets pelting down
The outer storm brings me peace
Do you know what the rainbow means?
It’s a promise for you and for me
As long as you choose
To believe
Posted in response to the challenge Sky.
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