The Rainbow


A sheet of water from a leaden sky
Fell solid, and damply clinging mist
Rose thick and white. The passing cars went by
In blurred shapes, though the wheels through rivers hissed.
A breeze sprung up, the mist uprose and went
Back to the clouds, and earth was laid to view,
Streaming with water that the clouds had sent,
Those very clouds now patched with tender blue.
Anon the sun put forth a feeling ray
That cheerlessness dispelled with all its foes,
And there sprang up across the seething bay
A bow violet and blue and rose,
That warmed my heart and made me fervent cry,
“Storms are a joy when rainbows deck the sky!”