The Rain-Blow

The colors of the Rain-Blow

Are not red or orange or green

The colors of the Rain-Blow

Take more looking to be seen

Rains quickly change before your eyes

From barely white to speckled gray

From purply mists to spattered blues

From dripping clear to driving spray

A joy or ever-changing forms

One moment swirls of clotted creams

Now shining, bouncing silver coins

Now jade-blue javelin-ing streams

Though you may look up in the sky

How rare it is to see a rainbow

But when the winds make raindrops fly

Every storm becomes a Rain-Blow