A storm approaches darkening my vision whipping up my dreams
I sit and ride it out as my securities evaporate with the plans I made
After it passes the sun radiates through the clouds
It is too bright to see the future
But as I look back the colorful illumination of a rainbow stands between the present and the dark grey of the past
A stamp of hope only visible in hind sight of the storm
A reminder that joy and pain can be woven together to create beauty