It was raining hard, yet the sun
Managed to break through the dark clouds
Causing a rainbow to arch itself
Across the dull and dismal sky
A brilliant, shining wonder of colour
Every band could be clearly seen
And although I know it's merely the light
Refracted through the droplets of water
Wouldn't it be wonderful, if there really was
A pot of gold at it's end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a pot of gold! and it is your poetry. What a joy to find this gold at the bottom of this rainbow. We always said, when the sun shines while it is raining, then the devil is beating his wife!