With a rainbow prismatic colors appear. It is formed by refraction and reflection of raindrops by the rays of sunlight.

Our journey has so far been tough.

A poem about a rainstorm.

A rainstorm in the morning.

Nothing can fill an emptiness inside.

About a girl.

I know who it is.

A poet is like a rainstorm.

I had just put my son down for his daily mid-afternoon nap when I heard the first thunder outside. I knew soon the forecasted torrential rain would bless our fair city. Again.

This relates the elements of a rainstorm to the journey of forgiveness in love.