the rainbow

Half the land is hot to touch,

Ground cracking at my feet.

There is no growth or colour here

But I prefer it to the sleet.

The other half is chaos, made

Of violet greys and wind.

My heartbeat stutters as I watch

The thunder clouds roll in.

Right then the grey sky opens

And rain quickly starts to pour.

It’s risky so I don’t know why

I cross over to the storm.

Wind knocks me right to the ground

While lightning strikes the sky.

I knew I shouldn’t have ever left

That safe, colourless side.

But soon the rain slows down.

Somehow, I’ve made it through myself.

Then I turn to find the grey clouds

Have been replaced with something else.

An arc of light I’ve never seen

Curves up to heaven’s gates.

Dripping with hues – red, yellow, and blue

And enticing me to stay.

So I’ll survive the next storm,

And watch the rainbow fan out.

Knowing these colours are painting the world

How could I return to the drought?