She asks why I like her. Might as well ask Why I breathe. Maybe tomorrow I won’t Breathe or like her Anymore. Maybe tomorrow the tides Will stop. Maybe tomorrow will bring No more rainbows. Maybe tomorrow She will stop Asking useless questions.

And as I fall to fuddled sleep I hear youth crying, as Harry Kemp heard it: “I heard Youth calling in the night: ‘Gone is my former world-delight; For there is naught my feet may stay; The morn suffuses into day, It dare not stand a moment still But must the world with light fulfil. More evanescent than the rose My sudden rainbow comes and goes, Plunging bright ends across the sky – Yea, I am Youth because I die!

My favorite color is rainbow.

There’s always a rainbow at the end of every rain.

And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.

To enjoy the rainbow, first enjoy the rain.

You’ll never find a rainbow if you’re looking down

Be a rainbow in somebody else’s cloud.

Try to be a rainbow in someone’s cloud.

Say “Thank You” because your faith is so strong that you don’t doubt that what ever the problem, you’ll get through it. You’re saying thank-you because you know that even in the eye of the storm, God has put a rainbow in the clouds.

Even in bad times, always say thank you. Whatever you are going through, God is using you to get through. God has already put a rainbow in the cloud.