I've tasted the rainbow

I've tasted the rainbow!

I felt the rain and I cried.

Cold, dark and dull,

I thought I wanted to die.

I believed the heavy overcast.

Maybe not fully, as I kept looking for a sign

as if I knew the spell wouldn't last,

as if I knew the rainbow could be mine.

I felt it even before I knew it.

No leprechauns, no pot of gold,

but a promise right before I quit,

daring me to see beyond the cold.

I've tasted the rainbow

not because I'd chased it, which I did,

but because I learned to let go of control.