Tinseled drops slant eastward, towards the Sun,
Bending leaves with soft, aromatic rain.
Dawn approaches in light, yellow flaming...
Leisurely deciding what robe to wear
Later...when heat usurps the tender day.
Dawn's Eye rejects blue, shuns haze. Decision's
A dark side of Nature. Thunderous side.
Come noon! Come evening! Lightning tridents
Spear rainbows, impale them as 'needed' for
Our senses. Our need of beauty in the storm.
In the gentle evening, rainbows show
The way home, the paths we should have taken.
Fear not, traveler! In the midst of storms
Ever shines the Light of courage and hearth.
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