Of Clouds, Then Rainbows
To be sad, sick, sicker, then gone,
passed into the light, the rainbow.
What peace there may be, no one can see.
A bright light clears clouds, a rainbow appears...
When did it start - this thing called life?
Yes, life is cloudy, but bright, white - if only an absence of color.
It is light we find through sadness, sickness and trials.
Why pain before gain, struggle and grief?
First clouds, than rainbows.
Sometimes rainbows and sun come first, then rain, then pain.
No life is free of either or both - accept clouds as rainbows do appear...
My dear, so dear.
