Father, My Rainbow


A cloud

Follows me

 

Rain falls

Upon my

Upturned face

 

I come as a child

 

I breathe

Deep

And I ask for

My Father

 

I seek

In solitude

Embracing

The rain

 

I follow

The cloud

To its end

 

Yielding

 

I openly allow

All

To rain down

Upon me

 

Not because

The rain is

Sweet

(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

 

Arching

Dizzying lights

Dancing

Colorful motion

 

How do I know?

 

Because my Father,

He said so

 

And me,

I am still His Child

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