Creating verse makes me think of the rainbow
As I look out from my window
I write and think
My brush strokes are pen and ink

I take my palette and splash some lines
Words painted in art and designs
Amazing glory that the heart refines

A rainy day comes pouring from the skies
Quatrains and sonnets, words to the wise
I see the arching colors with a poet's eyes

Poetry calms the deluging rains,
I take up my pen and think of what remains-
Flowers tilted over, drops running down panes

Spirit of peace after the storm
Rainbows in verse, the world to adorn