I hear the metallic tapping
Of hard raindrops on the chimney flashing.
Weather’s fingers drumming.

It wakes me from my daydreams
Or was I hard at work
Tapping on my keyboard
Thinking?

Looking out the window
I see the sun is out –
we get a lot of sun showers.

When the sun lies low in the West,
the liquid glass rains down,
icy.

I look to the East,
waiting for the double rainbow
I know is coming.
Sometimes it’s triple.

In Golden,
we used to drive along the mountain ridges.
Every day at 3pm
it would rain hard for ten minutes
and then
stop.

You could set your watch by it.

Then a huge rainbow or two
would fill God’s blue eyed sky
from North to South.

You would swear you saw
the pots of gold at either end
quite clearly.

We took our miracles for granted then,
there were so many
rainbows.