Rainbow

After a recent thunderstorm, I saw a rainbow in the sky. It wasn’t an impressive rainbow. Most of the people around me didn’t notice it. Still, I thought it was beautiful. A promise in this time of trouble everything was going to be alright. So, I wrote a poem. I hope you enjoy my prism of light.

Rainbow

There is something about a rainbow after a thunderstorm.

A signal the tempest has passed and now you’re free from harm.

A promise of deliverance,

After the raging violence.

The lightning flash and the thunders roar,

Have moved on to another shore.

It’s appearance more than a magician’s shady trick,

Of light bouncing and bending through raindrops thick.

More than red, orange, yellow, green blue, indigo, and violet

Glowing against a dark sky placed by the hand of an invisible pilot.

A promise of deliverance,

After the raging violence.

The rainbow is a symbolic part of our culture. God placed one in the clouds as a covenant between Him and the earth. Leprechauns hoard pots of gold at the end of the colorful ribbon in the sky. Dorthey longed for a better life somewhere over the rainbow. In these days of Covid we can use a little faith and hope.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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