the world was dark
no spark of light
rain was falling
in steady sheets with
weight of sleet
streams collected
on the streets
and spilled
upon the soles
of my worn-out shoes

a story
I'd heard
once upon a time
reminded me
that rain
was the cleansing
tears of the gods
but this downpour
so intense
I wondered
what they
were to cleanse
I felt it
meant to
wash me away

tears from the sky
from my eyes
moist droplets
like a heavy
morning dew
upon my lashes
I blinked
my vision blurred
it didn't matter
there was nothing
to discern

however
as the sky wept
a warmth crept
slowly
turning an
ebony canvas
to a velvet purple
a velour blue
next hues
of orange
red and yellow
what a glow
a fire burned
in the east

still the rain fell
but it slackened
lacking quite
the strength it had
in blackness
and I drank it
the taste was refreshing
almost pleasant

as the sunlight
came upon me
embracing me in warmth
it dawned
a new day

still it rained

but through the tears
and dew and droplets
gods and mortals
caught a glimpse
the rising sun
the falling rain
the rainbow

a soft brushstroke
in each colour
the watermark
in the sky
perhaps a signature
on a paradox
of the creation

dear sun
my love
keep shining
through my rainclouds
our profound
stripes of colour
across the boundless sky
inside our minds
make us gods
creators of the rainbow

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