Drops of water, falling in the air,
With the sun shining bright,
Will stop us in our tracks,
As we look up and stare.
When the sun, enters the raindrops,
They create a variety of colors,
The sun must be at a 42-degree angel,
To the horizon, for you rainbow lovers,
The sun, will always be at your back,
When you see, one of natures, best light shows,
Larger raindrops, a brighter, more colorful rainbow.
The original: Tom Maxwell copyright 11/06/2021
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