The Rainbow - Poem by Ann Murrell
My spirit was low, my body felt tense and dry, Relentlessly, unceasing rain pured from the sky like a faucet left untended, opened to full strength making muddy puddles across the back yards length
Then suddenly, the downpour stopped, In the west began to form an arc of may
colors, bright and clear and warm, my spirit rose, my body relaxed and thoughts
began to flow. A promise given to mankind many centuries ago, Never again
a world deluge, from One who cannot lie, and visibly sealed for all to see,
"His Rainbow" in the sky!!!
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