Storms bring rainbows:
they highlight spring,
darkness blankets the sky,
lightning divides the clouds,
and thunder reigns as King.
Ruin is all around.
Houses fall to the ground.
The mighty oaks are shredded.
Disaster is embedded.
But when the storms are over,
and our panic still is in high gear;
silence comes to still us;
The Master’s Painting, His Rainbow,
suddenly it appears.
The flowers reach to heaven.
The grass has a greener eye.
So like us when we are tested,
We are watched by The Master’s Eye.
Carol D. Meeks
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/storms-bring-rainbows/
