When Rainbows Snow
50 Shades of color
My mother used to tell me rainbows snowed.
Never seen a rainbow really explode,
but that’s what must happen, or so I’m told.
All must be perfect and so very cold.
Each rainbow, I’d ask, “Mom, will that explode?”
“If you’re lucky, you’ll see that beauty bode.”
“When it explodes, will we always get snowed?”
“Yes, and the snow will be colored so bold.”
Many rainbows have come, but no snow showed.
Each one I see, I wish it would unfold.
Conditions must be perfect and so cold.
A rainbow that snows is rare, so I’m told.
At last, a prism and its spectrum glowed.
Below zero gave hope for sights foretold.
I stared at the sight, and watched it explode.
Fluffy, colored snow, to Earth it bestowed.
I won’t forget seeing how the snow flowed,
or the rainbow falling down to the World.
A once-in-a-lifetime sight was endowed.
I wish my Mom could have been in the crowd.
