Earth’s own light show starts up,
After a heavy pouring of rain,
Bringing with it joyous shouts,
And innumerable childish delights.
Sunlight keeps splitting up,
As it visits each water drop.
An array of vivid hues,
Dispersing further more.
Each chroma pursues an arc of its own,
Forming a beautiful circle of course.
What could this possibly be?
A raincircle? maybe or maybe not.
T’was the sun’s gift to us,
Yet cut off it is, by the horizon of the earth.
All that remains is just an arc out of space,
A Rainbow we call it, for that is what we see.
Though it is neither a bow,
Nor does it have to be rain.
Perfectly sprayed water will allow,
The joy of colours just the same.
And if you fly up above the earth,
After a mighty shower from the skies.
The concentric rings of colours,
Will be there, awaiting your amazed eyes.
NaPoWriMo 2017 Day 5
I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that is based in the natural world: it could be about a particular plant, animal, or a particular landscape. But it should be about a slice of the natural world that you have personally experienced and optimally, one that you have experienced often. Try to incorporate specific details while also stating why you find the chosen place or plant/animal meaningful.
This is dedicated to my cousin Meera, the whole idea came from one of her doubts last year. 🙂
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