The Rainbow Beyond the Storm

Why do people frown when they look upon a storm?

Why is rain always followed by disgust and scorn?

If humans can have lousy days--Why can’t nature too?

Who cares if a little mud gets on one's shoe!

I prefer to view rain in a different way,

as I sit and watch the little droplets play--

dancing on puddles of fluid glass--

leaving glittering pearls on each blade of grass.

When most people see a gloomy overcast,

I marvel at its refreshing contrast.

It's easy to brood over a stain on my clothes,

But I'd rather explore, than sulk in petty woes.

Can't they see how the rain gives nature

a new texture? —A new shine, a new vesture!

Don’t they hear the rain’s rhythmic ensemble?

But alas, their expression is as dry as a fossil.

An immaculate sunny day cannot last forever,

Nor can the sky bottle its tears forever.

Sometimes even fluffy white clouds need time to cry.

Even the sun runs out of smiles to supply.

And when the rain comes to wash away,

All the trite makeup from the face of day,

They only seem to grimace at every boggy blemish.

For in natural beauty they find no reason to cherish.

And just as I see the beauty in a rainstorm,

There is one who sees the beauty in your own flawed form.

He is the one who dries the showers from the skies,

And he can dry the sorrowful tears from your eyes.

So, in your life, when terrible tempests rage,

When stains are exposed, and emotions flee their cage,

Remember to trust the Father of all creation,

Who pours out to you His pure adoration.