I can remember when i was a little girl and how I would search for rainbows on a rainy day.
Barefoot, hair in pig tail braids and play clothes drenched from the welcoming rain.
Slapping my feet against the pavement where water puddles liked to pool together just for my splashing enjoyment. Running along the street drain in the direction of the rain river, stopping just before the storm drain.
I can still remember the warmth of the pavement and the cool waters clapping the bottoms of my feet.
The moment the weather decided to come to an end, there I was head held high searching the overhead space for my rainbow.
The sweet sun peaking around the clouds, playing an innocent game of peek-a-boo with me from around the puffy clouds. Bringing color back to nature after grey had been swept away.
Ahh why was I in search of this rainbow you may ask?….
The pot of gold of course!
I just knew that I was going to find that rainbows end and have myself that pot of gold.
I didn’t know exactly what I was going to do though if I ran into that leprechaun.
I wasn’t scared, it didn’t keep me from my search.
I did have it in mind though to grab my pot of gold and run if the leprechaun should happen to appear.
Even now as a adult some of my childhood fantasies come to me especially when I see a rainbow.
“Is it this one that holds my pot of gold for me?”