THE RAINBOW


The sky cries,
Globules of pain and misery rain down on the pavements,
Enormous teardrops bouncing off the unrelenting ground,
The pitter-patter of sobbing footsteps,
Creating a chorus of triumphant sound,
Pound. Pound. Pound,
Paradise Lost,
Melancholy found,
God's machine gun rattles,
Round after round,
The unrepentant bark,
Of an inconsolable hound,
Til in the distance appears a delight,
The rainbow caressing the droplets mid-flight,
And finally, in the grey of the night,
Colour turns darkness,
To light.

© Alex Frost 2012