We were ultraviolet light,
Until the rainbow was separated by the tears a grey cloud couldn't hold.
Even the wind whispered
that a cloud that's colors that changed
too often in a day,
was no good.
But you never listened to the wind.
And even though you asked,
you never listened to me either.
To the world,
it was a matter of moments,
made up of fat raindrops and dark clouds that fogged the road.
To us, it was half an eternity,
made up of yelling and rushing exits to hide from each other's truths.
It took you so long to see that
a cloud doesn't have colors at all.
What you thought you knew, were lies.
And as the last of the grey cloud disappeared into the nothing it should be,
you shook hands with the whispering wind and came back to where you belong:
as ultraviolet light
that made a world's rainbow
after the storm.
