Even late in life he chases the rainbows
It’s not dollars or acclaim that fills his sail
Passion is the hungry wind that blows
The windmills turning circles in the sky
The kid runs through the spring rain
With two feet splashing in all the puddles
Water glistening as it fills the storm drain
Rays slice holes in the disappearing clouds
The man weathers the pounding storm
He trusts and walks thru gentle spring showers
Learning to embrace and revel what will transform
The heavens provide and teach with firm touch
On this voyage some missteps and transverses
To paradise we wonder our feet make the trail
Counting our blessings and countering reverses
To the light our faith and energy are drawn
On the back of a butterfly winging toward the sun
The rain is not a detour each drop becomes a river
With purpose a rainbow will not be outdone
Rising from the gray bursting into many colors
It may last seconds or stay around a while
The light and mist teaming up for a splendid show
Stretching across the horizon more than a mile
Inhale the cool and taste the watery hues
The boy marvels as the cloud line climbs
Backlit, droplets cascading into thin air
A spectacle to be enjoyed for many lifetimes
The wonderment still a mystery as boy becomes man
The closer one gets the more dispersed the light
Not to be impounded it won’t fit into your hand
As soon as it blooms the colors begin to take flight
Dissipating before your eyes the longer you stare
The old man still looks to the sky after a downpour
A rainbow can chase away the dark clouds
Refreshing your soul like a day at the seashore
It’s a state of mind without leaving home
The rainbow still brings the old man a smile
The boy would excitedly search for the gold
A rainbow offers much that is worthwhile
It’s only a cloudburst and sunbeam away
