Rainbow Blues I am being mocked. The rainbow recedes step for step as I strive to approach it, the beauty always just beyond my reach; and I can't bring myself to even think of any pots of gold further on. This rain, this heavenly condensation, falling like condescension on my head, shimmers bright in the sun, all the colors gleaming forth; but none are there for me. They simply laugh at my reaching hand, my arms too short to ever touch them.
