Hey  you, the azure, allure sky,

How lucky are you to be the canvas for the beautiful rainbow,may l dare ask why!

Though it’s an occasional celestial celebration,

How beautiful is the array of colours , touching the edge of the horizon!  

A feast for every eye sight blessed with coloured vision.

After a redemption  bath of sustaining rain,

The sky sheds all its gloom and pain.

The Sun is born again from the cloudy gloomy

womb,

With its bright rays , the heaven’s boon.

Science sees logic in each of the invisible water droplets,

Charismatic prismatic dispersion, as it states.

Each colour vision enjoys the celestial feast.

Each bard sings Psalms and hymns turns a firm believer from an atheist.

His supremacy is proved once again.

The celestial celebration extends to the earth with mirth to remove all pain.

Each eye sees an unique rainbow of its own.

Uniform in colour,shape, size as if it’s our own possession.