The Rainbow After the Rain

In fields of flowers, colors bright, Where petals danced in pure delight, The rain clouds sighed, their tears all shed, And hid away, tucked in their bed.

Then Rainbow peeked, a gentle arc, Across the sky, a vibrant spark! Red, orange, yellow, green, and blue, A painted promise, fresh and new.

The Sun, a friend with golden face, Peeped through the clouds with warming grace. The Clouds, like sheep so fluffy white, Drifted slowly in the light.

Rainbow stretched, a colorful band, Reaching down to flower land. He kissed the blooms with hues so bold, A story whispered, to be told.

The Sun then chuckled, warm and free, "My turn to shine for all to see!" He chased the clouds far, far away, And painted gold on the brand new day.

So Rainbow smiled, his work complete, A bridge of colors, oh so sweet. He faded softly, bit by bit, As Sunbeams danced, where shadows sit.