Rainbow After Rain
The enduring power of hope and new beginnings
The storm weeps itself dry, leaving behind only the scent of petrichor and the ghost of thunder rumbles. A reluctant sun peeks through the clouds, tentative as a newborn fawn. Then, as if by magic, a child's laughter paints the weeping sky with vibrant hues. Tears of rain transformed into a promise whispered in seven colors, a bridge between sorrow and sunrise. Hope, arcing across the heavens, reminding us that even storms must eventually yield to the sun's embrace.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
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Comments (1)
This was so optimistic and uplifting! I loved it!