Raindrops and Diamonds

They shine in the light,
Raindrops, bright and clear
Even when they splash.

With every drop
Comes a promise
They are worth more than gold.

Each one has a color
A hue that comes to life
In the storm’s afterglow.

There’s no pot of gold
At the end of this rainbow,
Only the diamonds that made it.

Even then,
While briefly briliant,
They too, lose their luster,
Leaving you but a promise.


About Bob Kallberg

Retired reporter. Concentrating now on recounting Joanie's 12 year battle with cancer, a battle she waged with extreme courage, determination and an indomitable spirit, that, for me, serves as an example.
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