Father, My Rainbow

A cloud

Follows me


Rain falls

Upon my

Upturned face


I come as a child


I breathe


And I ask for

My Father


I seek

In solitude


The rain


I follow

The cloud

To its end




I openly allow


To rain down

Upon me


Not because

The rain is


(Or even because it is bitter-sweet)


But because

Within every cloud

And after all of my

Rainy days


I know

There is a rainbow



Dizzying lights


Colorful motion


How do I know?


Because my Father,

He said so


And me,

I am still His Child

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