Sat blankly staring through my window pane

Distracted and dismayed by the constant rain

I think of all those young hopes and dreams

Trickling downwards like the rivulet streams

 

The rain washing those ambitious wishes away

Rinsing them down the drain for yet another day

I feel for the young and their hopes and dreams

Now lost and washed away in flooding streams

 

I bring myself around and tell myself I must not dwell

Try to think of the positives and how I can break this spell

 

Believe that brighter days are be heading our way

Bright sunny blue skies to blow away cloudy grey

So often we refer to the rainbow after stormy days

The slightest glimmer of sunshine lights up our way

 

The warmth of colour is lost in the darkness of night

The world seems cold and hostile in black and white

Dream that tomorrow will bring a rainbow of hope

A prism reflecting light, like a turn of a kaleidoscope