I know the clouds must shower rain
to grow a field of flowers.
Before we ever see the sun
we live through darkest hours.
And ever first must winter come
before each bloom of spring.
The melting ice a seed requires,
the rebirth it will bring.
Yet, lost in such confusion...
one thing I do not know.
I've searched behind the darkened clouds
and still cant find a rainbow.
It isn't in the coffe cup
I sit and drink alone.
It isn't on the other end
when I pick up the phone.
It wasn't in the shower
as i washed away my tears.
And it isn't in my memory
as I gaze back through the years!
I've weathered through the downpour,
I've suffered through the rain....
will there ever be a time
when rainbows shine for me again?
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