Bow

The rainbow stands at the edge of the storm
Translucent and dazzling in brilliance and color
A promise shown of light in the darkness
Of color against the dull grey landscape
Not washed out, but showing off it's beauty
In the midst of wind, before the rain standing
Against the thunder, proud and tall. 
How many see your dazzle, bow, do they slow
Keeping track of your fading shadow, dazzling
In the robe of many colors displayed, a glory
Of creation tucked away against all the dark places.