In the hush of rain’s embrace,
Whispers of color trace the sky,
A fleeting arc of nature’s grace,
As sunlight kisses raindrops, high.

Each hue a story, softly told,
A bridge between the earth and air,
In violet dreams and gold unfold,
The rainbow’s promise, bright and rare.

Through storm and calm, it bends and weaves,
A canvas born from tears and light,
Its beauty in our hearts it leaves,
A fleeting glimpse, a wondrous sight.

So when the rain begins to fall,
And sunlight pierces through the gray,
Look up and hear the rainbow’s call,
A symphony of colors, on display.