Rain with a bow

Softly falling from the sky
Drearily as the earth does cry.

The world is gray and cloudy and dull
The rhythm plops in a steady lull.

Gravity pulls it to the ground
The endless cycle goes round and round.

But when the tears begin to end
A smile starts to bend.

The colors start to glow
As the sun comes to show.

And as the rain drops do cease
The world awakes from its sleep.