Your Own Rainbow

It seems, sunny days are always over-shadowed by the dark cloud$- I suppose no one or nothing is excluded from dark days. The sun becomes shrouded with billowy gray clouds And even it's rays, are dimmed by the haze And the heavens cry- Rain pours. but not everything is hollow, sometimes, even the sky must let it all out, the rains, releasing it's sorrow. but when the storm has passed and the sky returns to blue- a beautiful rainbow smiles down, as the sun's rays pass through. when sorrow turns your smile upside down, it's only a temporary frown. soon it will ebb and flow, and uncontort, into your own rainbow