The Rainbow Splash Poem by Ima Ryma

It is raining quite hard outside.
I must walk out in wet and cold.
My only cover that's supplied
Is an umbrella worn and old.
So I grab it and out I go.
The sheets of rain are beating down,
Thunder in booms, lightning in glow.
I hurry in my walk to town.
But as I am 'bout halfway there,
Lessening of storm starts to show.
And then no more rain's in the air.
And Mom Nature sends her rainbow.

My wet umbrella does turn from
Black gloomy to rainbow welcome.