Hold up high what is true in your Heart. For the finger points outward with its manicured smart. Sad how the blind see what they really really want. To write poems of sadness not considering the true heart. It is Love that created this rainbow. Its the rain that feeds the earth. It is the wind that moves the seeds,so others may see,even the lighting is but a flash.It is a funny little storm to remember because many many more will come.