The Rainbow

I never heard the rainbow 
as it crept into the sky.
Triumphant bouts of silence 
unveiled the beauty high.

I failed to sense the magic 
each raindrop would portray 
when clouds had ceased all anger
forgave the light of day.

Meak and tender orphan 
such urge to run and hide 
afraid to face the darkness 
all faith was cast aside.

Unseen was blissful brightness 
that through the tunnel lay.
Untampered beauty. Plenty.
Beyond the vast dismay.

I never heard the rainbow 
yet right before my eyes 
the greatest depths of darkness 
bequeathed the purest sky.