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.