Darkness swirls around and the constantĀ drippingĀ of heartache pounds at the door of my soul.
I cling to hope.
The rainbow is coming.
The promise of trials, pains, tears, and sorrows will soon be no more.
The rainbow holds a promise.
Hope.
Hope that the dark clouds will soon be rolled away and the rain will stop pouring in and swallowing my soul.
The rainbow is coming….