A rainbow and the rain

The other day, as I
started to paint your face,
my brush strokes made
a rainbow, unaware that it
was a rainy day and
my dreams on the canvas
might wash away and flow
into small streams of joy.

And it rained.

As I watched melted colours
dance on the water,
I waited, as I always did,
for the sun to come up
which it did, and
by the course of
natural reasons, vapourised
the rainbow water into
millions of floating clouds.
This, so happened,
So that I could  paint your
many faces in the sky,
just so, if it rains again,
I will be showered with
in your colours.