This is an ‘old’ poem , I thought it could do with a re-blog
The Rainbow of my teenage dreams,
colours abound ~ reds, golds and greens.
You’re deadly real, but not quite there,
can’t be held, we can but stare.
We don’t all see the same stormed arc;
my beautiful, beautiful Rainbow Dark.
© Rainbow Dark 31/03/2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photograph from *http://www.bbc.co.uk/weather/feeds/17368681