Arching above the rain drenched ground
An awesome sight to see
The rainbow majestic can be seen
The coloured bow with colours set
Red orange yellow green
Blue, indigo and violet
Does the sight thrill and make you stare?
Stop you in your tracks
Does it make you look up in awe
Wondering about tales of old
At the end is there a pot of gold?
Then fading to nothing without a sound
Blink and it's gone
Or missed altogether
And when it's short lived splendour fades
Do you remember the promise of old?
Or just the promise of a pot of gold