MY MOST BEAUTIFUL RAINBOW

The thunderstorm have kept me in the darkness,
Getting torn and feeling the thunder's sharpness,
Yet for the pity of the world's wondrous clouds,
My soul was exposed into high spirits,
Reflected from such more luminous spirits,
From a most beautiful rainbow of my hope,
Coming after painful raindrops I can't cope.

Many colors of dispersed sunlight opened,
Making the sky so elegantly brightened,
For the blood of the wounds of its clouds that flowed,
With the scent of their triumph in the air's road,
And sheen colors that gives the kiss of the rain,
From my most beautiful rainbow of no bane!