My Rainbow in the Storm

I lost a spouse, a home, a life I thought was mine. The job fell through, the walls gave way, and when I packed my final box, the flood came crashing in taking almost everything I owned. But even in that drowning place, I held my daughter close, my beautiful girl, my bright rainbow in the storm. When the world went dark around me, she was the color that stayed. She was my rainbow after the ruins, my light through the pouring rain. She held my hand through the wreckage and taught me to rise again. When everything fell to pieces, she kept my heart warm. My beautiful girl, my rainbow in the storm. We walked through years of broken ground, learning how to start anew. I stitched my courage back together, she grew taller, brave and true. Her laughter filled the hollow places, her hope rebuilt my spine. She was the color that stayed when the rest of life went blind. Every step we took together pulled me farther from the rain. She was my rainbow after the ruins, my light through the pouring rain. She held my hand through the wreckage and taught me to rise again. When everything fell to pieces, she kept my heart warm. My beautiful girl, my rainbow in the storm. And now the sky is opening, after all the storms we passed. New job, new ground beneath me, a steadier future at last. And somewhere in the quiet sunlight, hope whispers soft and kind that love might find me someday, with a heart rebuilt this time. I’m learning how to trust the colors when they come back into view. She was my rainbow after the ruins, my light through the pouring rain. And now more rainbows gather round me, soft reminders I’ve healed again. The storm has finally broken, and the sky feels warm. My beautiful girl, my rainbow in the storm.