I wish every storm had a rainbow tied at the end
Not every storm brings the hues of a rainbow
After the storm ends, thunder is a distant memory
The colors around me become richer and deeper
The air is perfumed and reminds me of you
Rain drops glisten on tips of grass like tiny crystals
I remember how you felt lying next to me
As the lightning would strike, holding tightly
I heard your heartbeat as you pressed against me
Now, as I lay here in the wet grass, longing for you
Knowing that this storm is over, and you are somewhere
I can see the rainbow tied to the end of the storm
(c) LAL
6/5/20