We never see it at the time.
We are blinded by no light
Listening to the whistling wind.
While the storm thunders and light.
The heavy rain, Seems to have no end.
Crash on the trees,
Forever stuck in a state of misery.
Just as we seem,To have given up.
The rain messed up the day.
A beam of sunlight
Pierces through, To put a rainbow on display

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