Going in search of the rainbow at the end of the pot of gold

I look out

through my grimy window,

and see the rain

falling in clumps,

slowly diminishing,

and about to leave.

There is a hint of Sun

in the offing,

and so I head out.

I seek a viewpoint

from where to begin

my search;

and, as if by magic,

a ‘bow appears.

The race is afoot!

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