My rainbow

Storms are a womb of beautiful things

I abhor tornados

I do not have a nerve for cyclones

I wish I did not know what weaved you

But you are elegant

A making of the regal houses

I cherish you as a king cherishes her queen

Oh! Oh! Sight occluded world

Angels bow for you

As audience watch in amazement

To the ostriches dancing to the great harvest

And ears thawing to the melodies

I am back to the cradle

I am the calf and you are autumn

You are a cot of beauty

Oh! Shine on and into longevity

Beauty, does it know of brevity

I love your reds, blacks and purples

But greatly I adore your green shades

Oh! Clouds oh!

You are aloof

Sway your feet down

I want to touch

You are my torch

You inebriated my soul

So god gave you eternity