When It Pours

When it pours,

My heart soars,

Itching to sail the clouds 

And weave

Baskets of pride 

From the rainbow

Will I find

A pot of gold at the end

Or an angry leprechaun

Green with envy

At my apparent apathy 

Dancing at the beat

Of the thunder and lights

Blowing the trees like birthday candles

Creating ripples like a rumor

Seeping in the ground

Disappearing, laying low

Until it was time again.