Rainbow Poem by Andrew Matthews

The bitter sweet sight of a Rainbow
Makes you wish that you didn't know
How it works.

What if they aren't just water droplets reflecting light?
What if there is a magic reason for them?
The pot of gold would be a welcome sight
God, imagine seeing one at night.

They happen when it's raining
And when they do, they bloom like flowers in Summer
And when they fade and disappear
You probably won't see another one until next year.

25/01/2002
20: 44pm