My Rainbow

The rain rushes down,
just as rush hour traffic travels.
In his embrace,
I'm safe from the storm,
the angry storm that strikes with it's lightning bolts of rage.
The blockade of rainfall blinds my view,
but he is my rainbow,
brilliantly bright,
with beams of light so strong they appear heavenly,
and radiant colors that reach out from the hidden sun.
Well, the rain can fall forever,
without a ray of light in view,
but I'll be protected by my rainbow,
my hope,
my love.

by sytycdlike3rinn
posted on 04/23/2008