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 <br /> Then suddenly, the downpour stopped, In the west began to form an arc of may <br /> colors, bright and clear and warm, my spirit rose, my body relaxed and thoughts <br /> began to flow. A promise given to mankind many centuries ago, Never again <br /> a world deluge, from One who cannot lie, and visibly sealed for all to see, <br /> "His Rainbow" in the sky!!!<br /><br />Ann Murrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rainbow-6/
