Possibly dressed in red tape bearing tax-man's insignia.
(Valuable four-leaf clover will be delivered by the first available leprachaun.)
It's Monday, the sky looks like the photo but the rainbow is gone and there's a lot of water falling out of it now. The sound of the wind blowing amongst the yacht masts outside has gone from being a pleasant tinkling - not unlike a pretty wind-chime - to a howling akin to a pack of werewolves.
And if you haven't had enough of my burbling yet, feel free to read my latest Flash Fiction attempt. You'll find it over at Terristories.