She Talks to Rainbows

The rain, like glitter, it sparkles the ground,
As the world is void of motion or sound.
The roads are naked, trees are bare;
No single soul to even care.

When she looks up, the sky is bright,
Yet there's no stars; it is not night.
No one to run to - a sister? A mother?
It's that shining arc which offers the colour.

An illusory hope, it gives her back life.
She can rip up the heartache, stomp on the strife.
She begins to do something she's not done in a while:
Looks up at the rainbow and starts to smile.