The Rainbow After the Rain

The sky, a canvas, washed so clean, After the storm, a hopeful sheen. The rain had stopped, the wind was low, A whispered promise, soft and slow.

Rainbow, Sun, and fluffy Clouds, Embarked on games beyond the shrouds Of stormy weather, dark and gray, To paint the world in a brighter way.

Then slowly, softly, arching bright, Rainbow peeked out, a wondrous sight! A ribbon spun from painted dreams, Reflecting light in dazzling gleams.

Sun, peeking shyly, chased the gray, And helped the colors find their way. While Clouds, like cotton, drifted near, To whisper secrets, soft and clear.

Red and orange, yellow too, Green and indigo, a vibrant hue! Blue and violet, lined up neat, A colorful, delicious treat.

A bright and colorful sky above, Filled with wonder, filled with love! The Rainbow smiled, the Sun shone down, The prettiest sky in all the town!