Rainy days bring chilling wind
and pouring rain.
Loud thunder
and flashing light.
These deadly storms bring pain
and sadness.
These deadly storms,
the sun's enemy.
But the rainbows.
The rainbows.
Rainbows,
soft, light,
and gentle.
Rainbows,
the source of smiles.
Rainbows,
a gift like the clouds.
Rainbows not our enemy, but our friend.
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