I see above, a smooth misty skyline
Rainbows born of peeping sunshine
Water bubbles in a brook, bristling
Clouds rushing past, floating
I see beauty, revealed in the bright
Wandering angels of light
Reflecting stars of white magnify
Tis' all during -
When the cherubs of the sky
Oozing tears of rain cry
In my face and eyes
© daniel miltz
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A beautiful description of rains ans rainbows. When I was a child I believed rains are the tears of skies and rainbows are their smiles.