Rainbow Skies

After storms have wept their fill,

And winds that whispered become soft and still,

a hush resides across the land,

a breath of light, a gentler hand.

The clouds pull back like fading lies,

And there, it blooms: the rainbow skies.

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A canvas brushed in elegant grace,

each color holds a different face.

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Red for fire we learn to tame.

Orange glows like a quiet flame.

Yellow hums with morning’s tune.

Green grows soft beneath the moon.

Blue recalls the tears we’ve cried.

Indigo for the strength inside.

Violet, like a final thread,

holds all the words we left unsaid.

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We chase them not to catch or claim,

but just to stand beneath their flame.

To know that beauty, like the rain,

can rise from sorrow, not just pain.

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So, lift your gaze and let it rise,

there’s healing in those rainbow skies.