The colors burst across the sky in a banded arcing spectrum. The warmth of the sun on their backs as they marveled at the bow was an odd sensation considering the icy drops of rain that still fell. The puddles at their feet churned and their hair was soon drenched. They stood in silence, mesmerized by the beauty and strangeness of the moment. Then the storm shifted again and the rainbow faded away, taking its promise of gold with it.
The day held many such magical moments as the sun slipped in and out of view and the rain fell in starts and stops. They never seemed to tire of it, though. It didn’t become routine or mundane. Each new spark of beauty was a reason to stop and revel. Perhaps that was down to their youthful naivety? Or, perhaps, that was the full power of nature on display? The truth may never be known and doesn’t really matter anyway. They didn’t need to know why the day was magical to appreciate it.
The Matticus Kingdom 
I take it the princes were out playing in the rain puddles? There really isn’t anything better than that child-like feeling of tromping through the mud and splashing water everywhere.
Truth!!
The days are always magical in the Kingdom.
Indeed
Looks like the pot of gold must be a Slurpee…
Hahaha. Perhaps, yes. And that really wouldn’t be all that disappointing.