Afterwards when all has quietened down and we glance up and see a rainbow arching through the sky, that is when we realise the beauty of nature.
their dark hues of grey lit by bright flashes of light,
All around frightened birds take flight
the downpour has only just begun.
Windblown trees sway and creak bravely riding the storm
like drunken sailors trying to stay on their feet,
Raindrops drum out a jungle beat
creating an ancient rhythm and form.
Quiet streams turn to raging torrents surging ahead
sweeping away everything in their path,
Nature showing all her wrath
till every drop from her pregnant belly is shed.
Brilliance returns as the sun peaks from behind a cloud
causing a rainbow arch in the heavens above,
God's covenant of love
as once to Noah He vowed.
� Maria Pillemer
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