The storm rages with droplets of thick blood
Raining down on a wide-open field, wind
Swaying a burst of dandelions, to end
Their summer days. Then a warm break of light
Slices through a cloud, with just a bright bud
Of sunlight. Weathered field grass that did bend,
Starts to regain what the rage made it spend.
A bluebird shakes his damp coat with a thud,
Looking around to see how his world changed.
Now dry, this bluebird decides to explore,
Ascending into the indigo sky,
Away from the violet storm that raged.
Out of nowhere, the sky opens its door,
Colors of a rainbow begin to fly.