Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

After The Rain, The Rainbow

And now the rain falls gently,
Easing the summer heat,
Washing away the dust
From house and shrub and street.

Just so, the tears fall softly,
Easing the hurt and pain,
Washing away the heartache,
Giving me peace again.

And as I feel the pain go,
I look and see the rainbow!

~Dana B. Nelson