Rainbow's End
We wake to a sound so relentless and drear
A steady continuous downpour of rain
Pull back the curtains and outwards we peer
At grey and colourless soaking terrain
At inky black clouds from the windows we gaze
And waterlogged fields reflecting the trees
The roads are awash as cars through them slosh
And now its been raining for days and days
Blacker still the sky becomes
With menacing thunder and lightning flash
In lashing gale rain turns to hail
As thunder rolls with deafening crash
A sudden lance of sunlight spears
And blossoming through the lowering skies
An iridescent tiara spanning the heavens
The shimmering arc of a rainbow appears
The church will hold that crock of gold
At the close of this torrential shower
A shining vision of ephemeral beauty
The rainbow's end shines on the tower
A cracking end to this "atmospheric " poem , beautifully illustrated by your shot of the rainbow falling on the church tower .Nicely put together , the whole thing ...
ReplyDeleteWell done Carolyn, lovely poem, and very relevant at the moment. Heather K
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