It poured and poured, The clouds were relieved, trapped for so long, Felt burden less as it splatted, Creating a ripple as it landed on the water or landing softly, On the green grass, Making it moist, Or crashing on to the compacted concrete, Forming the pitter-patter sound, Petrichor smell spreading everywhere, It fell and fell, Until the clouds realized, That after the rain, There was always sunshine, And that was how her story began, With a bit of sunshine, And a bit of rain, But she was the rainbow that was created, In that beautiful combination.