Rainbow Weather Poem by Ima Ryma

I have the river to myself.
Some fisher folk have come and gone,
I note as through the rocky shelf
The current flow carries me on.
Perhaps the threat of rain is why
The fisher folk did go away.
There are grey clouds up in the sky,
And soon will bring rain to today.
I'm bothered not by a rain threat.
It's just the way that nature is.
And since I am already wet,
I will just go about my biz.

I love to see rainbows no doubt,
Because I am a rainbow trout.