Rainbeau...

A tinkling sound was heard nearby, yet I sensed what it meant, When suddenly the angels cry and tears seem Heaven-sent And rain descends from yonder sky, reminding men of sin And causing each to question why they're tempted and give in. I drew the curtain back to see the measure of the rain, The dry-walled bricks no more to be beyond my window pane. The splattered droplets fell to Earth, regardless where to land, One at a time not much had worth, yet not what God had planned. Momentum building minutes on, the splatters thudded still, The sunny sky of course now gone, the air now had a chill, And yet I looked with new hindsight and saw a cleansing stream, Perhaps to end before that night, before I paused to dream... The roses buckled, petals slipped, blessed beauty lost in time, Till finally no more they dripped, no more to seem sublime. But God would grant new flowers soon, so I need not despair, At precious petals harshly strewn and scattered here and there. And as the winsome rainbow came, one photo had it caught And so I smiled, no more the same, another lesson taught. I framed that photo for my wall, reminding me each day, That God provides a miracle, sometimes, along the way... Denis Martindale August 2016.