Leaving me for a pot of gold

A walk we haven't done for nearly a year, about three miles around the village, and on the way home this rainbow appeared.  That meant rain, but it stayed away until we were nearly home.

The land is saturated, so any rain runs off almost immediately.  The roads have been running with small streams which bring gravel from the fields to scour the surface and start scars then potholes.  And tomorrow?  More, I should think . . .