December 5, 2021

Behind every beautiful rainbow,

Once existed a great storm,

You know that—you told me yourself—

Yet you still fret about appearing perfect

To me, with bold, brilliant colors.

But whether there's a pot of gold

At the end of your rainbow,

Or nothing at all,

I will love you just the same.

You can't hide the scent of rain

That dances around your light,

A scent that reminds me so much

Of home, with all its ups and downs,

So please don't be afraid.

Perhaps one day, we can share

A taste of the rain long past with each other,

But at this very moment,

Let's enjoy this beautiful view.