Every time I think of rainbows, I remember, not William Wordsworth, but Ogden Nash.
What a talent! It should have been him and not Walt Whitman to be chosen America’s Poet Laureate.
His poem goes-
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky;
Contrariwise, my blood runs cold
When little boys go by.
For little boys as little boys,
No special hate I carry,
But now and then they grow to men,
And when they do, they marry.
….and talking of Rainbows, I’m finally making my rainbow cake tomorrow.