Days Before Rainbow

Rain, rain, come again, 

I want to see the bow again. 

So colourful and bright, 

And sun shining so right. 

I have waited for days,

To see the beauty of the bow, as the world says,

I don't want to miss a chance,

To gaze at the sky and dance. 

Rain, rain, come again,

I want to see the bow again,

Filled with life and breeze.

Down on my knees,

Conveying my gratitude & delight,

And enjoy the gorgeous sight.

I have waited for days,

To be with the bow and the sun,

Side by side, of each other,

A gesture of treasure, on earth. 

I shall then revisit my memories,

Of the charm and elegance,

About the days of bows and rains.