Color in our tears

We delight in the ephemeral magic of rainbows, 

The arc of color they bring to our eyes; 

The promise of sunshine to follow the rain. 

But the rain is the gift that makes it all possible: 

Without it the light would simply be white — 

Which is not to insist we find joy in our sorrow, 

But simply to suggest that the gift in our tears 

Is the intensity of color they bring to our joys.