Racing Rainbows
During autumn and winter, I am always dodging showers and racing rainbows when doing the farm chores. On more mornings than not, I walk out to pick up the horse poo thinking ‘ooh that’s a pretty rainbow’. The sun is behind me highlighting the shiny tin on the sheds and the rainbow arches out clearly against a dark sky. Of course, I then realise that where there is a rainbow, there is rain and I rush to pick up the boxes before it arrives. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. But it is only water and the house is dry.
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