Rainbows

Imagine 1,000 years ago. A rain storm has passed, you go outside, and look towards the clouds - will there be more? The sun is just beginning to shed its cloud cover, billowing clouds are parting, and color! You are stunned, there are colors in the sky. Colors you see in flowers, trees, and dyes in your clothing. How are they in the sky? Why are they there? Is this an omen? Something to be feared?

What an awesome sight, your first rainbow. You may never know what it is, may never see another one. Do you dare tell anyone what you have seen? They probably would not believe that colors float in the sky.

In the Pacific Northwest, there is a lot of rain - that should mean a lot of rainbows, but you have to be outside for that fleeting moment when the rare sun break and moist air are in sync.

After waiting out a heavy rain at the store, I headed home, thinking about putting the food away. I rounded a corner and a beautiful, bright, rainbow met me. The colors were some of the deepest, brightest, most vibrant I have ever seen. The rainbow seemed to be ending in my neighborhood, and as I turned onto our street, the rainbow end hovered just over our house.

Now, I know that it is all just a matter of where you are, the closer you get to a rainbow, the farther away it goes, so that elusive pot of gold is never found. However, the pot of gold at the end of that rainbow was truly my treasure - my home and my family.