The smallest creature walks the earth
Wondering where the rainbows are
He’s seen them in the past
He’s seen them from afar
He’s not in any hurry
As he walks along the trail
But the sun is nonexistent
As the scenery grows pale
The clouds have grown too heavy
The wind is on the gain
The sky has turned from blue
Into a melancholy grey
Then the floodgates opened
Pouring down with rain
But out of it came beauty
Too hard to explain
A rainbow in all its glory
That it tickled his small brain
The creature stood in awe
He wanted to be sure
That if it were a rainbow
He need not wonder anymore
Once he was assured
He went about his way
Wishing that the rainbows
Would surface everyday