Out of the clouds, the bright sun peers
Spreading warmth and springtime cheer
For a thunderous rainstorm, cold and vast
Has dropped its last drop and finally passed.
Now the sweet smell of rain is left in the air
And the song of the birds leaves you only to stare
But the sight of which God should be the most proud
Is the color that bursts from the farthest white cloud.
It casts its great beauty in an arch up so high
While the wondrous colors light up the sky
This is a rainbow, a promise so sweet
That what happened before will never repeat.