Always Chasing Rainbows

 

I really like rainbows. When I see one here, I'll always call Barb out to look.

I even used a double rainbow on the cover of my novel Emerald Isle.

Rainbows are better than cancer.

I treasure my own rainbow;

it was given me by God,

and up and down it angels go

with feet quite neatly shod

in moccasins and bowling shoes

and gaily striped Adidas,

some packing heat (now this is news),

mainly old Henry repeaters.

They skate across the prism,

none staying in their lane,

and sing that He is risen,

and praise His holy name

giving thanks that we are now reborn,

as the rainbow ends the storm.

Why gun-toting angels? When I wrote this the only word I could think of that rhymed, more or less, with Adidas was repeaters. Since then I realized that I could have used, say, Doritos, but I'm really too lazy to change it.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is SUNSHINE. Goes well with rainbows.

The clouds ride on the eastern hills,

the valley sees the rain.

It is good, and as God wills,

but the storm does not remain,

and as the sun moves down the sky,

in sunshine is reborn

the message that came from on high

when Noah's world was torn.

Came the trauma and the Flood,

came the endless rolling seas...

then came the quickening of blood

and grace dropped Noah to His knees

when the promise shone its light

that all one day would be put right.

Four minutes and a bit.

Music from The Rolling Stones, with the oddly sweet She's A Rainbow.

McDonald's used to have rainbow syrup for ice cream. Sigh.