I miss the rainbow!

Rainbows turn any boring rain into a magic story,

Without them, nature can’t claim any heavenly glory!

She turns into a huge chess board

With clouds and suns we can no longer afford.

I miss the rainbow, I really do!

Where did he vanish? I have no clue!

I hope he turned into a carpet to warm God’s feet,

Now that it’s fall and I miss summer heat.

Nature lost her daylight best colors we know,

So, I asked the cold northern lights to find the rainbow, their in-low!

Lucky us, the inner kids still treasure rainbow memories

Turning them into smiles to protect us against bad stories!