Rainbow

by Magical Maeve

Though all seems lost after the battle of Hogwarts, there is still promise in the skies.

From this angle you would never know by the grey skies and rain

that nature has anything to show but dull, unending pain.

From this side you would think that the bruised skies and water melt

Were darkening signs of danger, in colder fires smelt.

You see the deepening colour and wish to run, but hold

For in the darkening skies you know there are brighter things.

The skies they are showing you one wrong face, but be bold

For to all wrong things there's an adverse side that sings.

And you move slowly, small steps that evade fate,

Because there is, you know, more to this day than grey

Pelts of rain and drear and sorrow come late

In the startling design of a rainbow midday.

From this new angle you would never know that life was ordinary

And filled with sadness and sorrow and unending despair.

From this side you would believe in the brilliance of colour

And life and the resilience of the human soul made visible.

And though friends are gone, alone, departed

And Hogwarts' walls are rattled and holed there is hope.

For the rainbow depends upon the miracle of the angle.

Without which it is nothing but rain.