After the Storm

It must have been a perfect slant

Of sunlight, or the twinkling chant

Of droplets – spare change of the rain –

Drip-dripping off the glossy plant,

That made us see we stood to gain

A fortune that we’d been insane

To miss; a treasure-trove of mirth,

As we searched elsewhere, here in plain

Sight lay, for all its precious worth

For us to claim by right of birth,

A pot of gold filled to the brim

Beneath the rainbow welkin – earth.

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

Written for WD Rubaiyat challenge