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How gray the rain
and gray the world
and gray the rain clouds overhead,
When suddenly
some cloud is furled
and there is glkeaming sun instead!
The raindrops drip
prismatic light,
and the trees and meadows burn in green,
and arched in the air
serene and bright
the rainbow all at once is seen
serene and bright
The rainbow stands
that was not anywhere before,
and so may joy
fill empty hands
when someone enters through a door.
-Elizabeth Coatsworth