After the Storm

After the rain finished a harsh storm

Clouds found the ability to shift away

Making room for the sun to peek out.


Illuminating off her golden hair

A rainbow of shiny hues

Cascading shadows as she moved. 


She skipped down the streets while

The rainbow followed her winding journey

Glowing from head to toe. 


A face of crimson and gold

Her smile forecasted the 

Beautiful calm in wake of the storm. 


Upon a downfall 

She chose to raise her hand and

Move the clouds away to

Provide room for the suns enhancement;

Ultimately creating an everlasting rainbow.  

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  1. Rina ShamilovMarch 28, 2022 at 9:07 AM

    this poem is so sweet! but something about it also feels dark. i love how you bind the two images together: that of the beauty and the harsh, ripping apart storm. i also love how you contrast the gold and crimson, and the assonance you employ throughout.

    these are my favorite lines:

    Illuminating off her golden hair

    A rainbow of shiny hues

    Cascading shadows as she moved.

    i love the last line the most, this imagery is so beautiful.

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