As I was walking on the road one day
I saw a rainbow forming on the sky
It had just rained, the streets're drying up
Then the thoughts started entering my mind

I thought of the lively colours of the arc
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet
I thought of the pictures I can do
If I will swirl the hues in one big, tin can

I thought of the pot of gold waiting at the end
Is it a fact or is it just a fiction?
If it is true, what will I buy when I get it?
If it is a fallacy, where did it all began?

I also thought of God, who created it all
He did paint a picture and treasured it
Although the artwork is not perfect, in fact He's proud of it
He loved it and did not store it in a cool, dry place

I thought of all the things bright and beautiful as I headed home
I thought of the colours of the vast periwinkle canvas
I asked "When will it rain again?"
So I can greet the arc on the clear blue sky




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