The End of The Rainbow
Listen, I’m here to tell you what’s REALLY at the end of the rainbow. Most people say that at the end of the rainbow, there’s a pot of gold, and I know that’s not true. My story begins while I was sitting on my porch one day….
At the end of the rainbow is chocolate. People have probably told you there’s gold. But the leprechauns are tricky. They are secretly obsessed with chocolate. Trying to hide it, they wrap up the chocolate in gold foil. They hide the faux-gold at the end of rainbows so they’ll remember where they left it. Forgetful little creatures!
I was sinking. I tried to move but I couldn’t get out. I was STUCK. The quicksand I was in was pulling me down fast. All I can remember is being chased by a tiger and then tripping. The sand was up to my neck. I tried not to panic but it was hard not to when I was about to be suffocated by sand. My head was under. Read more »
How lovely does the rain fall,
as if it's trying to send out a call.
So beautiful as it might seem to be,
sometimes it is not so beautiful to me.
When the lightning cracks abd the wind howls,
that's when you hear a long low growl.
Warnings come about flah floods,
while people try to get home through the muds.
When all you can see is darkness and grey,
it take's the sunshine out of your day.
Then something hit's you that's hard and wet,
and you know that the Heavens just let.
Go of the hail,
and you start to wail.
"Why here, why now,
that one really hurt ow!"
Then somehow as if they heard your plea,
they open the clouds and sunshine rains on me.
Then the lightning stops and the thunders gone,
and all of a sudden I hear John.
"Look at that rainbow, it's as preety as can be,"
now the light rainfall is beautiful to me.