Rainbow

If I were to look inside a rainbow what sight would I find to astonish me? Would there be a klatch of bright elves below with brimming buckets and brushes in hand? Would they giggle and sing as they painted colors of the rainbow's mystic aura with a linen drop cloth well-acquainted with dribbles and leaks of the artist's stroke? Would their casual conversation weave tales of magic places and pots of gold that a few unhappy humans believe could be found to abolish all their woes? I should like to think that the cheery elves delight in creating rainbows of hope to inspire mere mortals to love themselves and rejoice in God's mysterious ways.