My opponents always go green eyed and complain about my luck. I'm a bit of a local legend at poker, always with a brew of herbal tea at my side, a blessing for my luck. People say its witch blood - all red and thick and tinted as red wine. But they're just your typical coach potato, never taking the time to study. They don't know that the rain is the luck and the practiced skill is the sun that makes the poker rainbow.
I smile, lay down my hand. A rainbow of black and red. A royal flush.
I pat them on the shoulder, I shake their hands. I know they are screaming red rage inside, but they just nod and smile. "You're one lucky clover, ain't ya," one guy says, shaking his head.
I scoop up my winnings and run to the bathroom. I dance a little victory jig and flush my royals that were hidden up my sleeve down the toilet.
There is skill in making it rain and shine, every day.