Rain threads silver through the sky,
Clouds part as sunlight drifts on high.
A rainbow arches, bright and free,
A spell of color for eyes to see.
Heart lifts, breath catches, all is new,
Each hue a whisper, soft and true.
Rain, sun, and sky in secret play,
A fleeting magic before it drifts away.
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