Real Rainbow

I was standing among the rocks as usual,
Playing my pennywhistle to the sky and wind and gentle waves,
Releasing my pain.

On my way back up the beach a young woman who had been swimming and was now back on shore said,
“Thank you for bringing the rainbow.”
I looked up and there it was,
Spanning the mountains and clouds.

“You’re welcome,” I said, and strode on down the beach
feeling quite proud of myself.