A Rainbow Encounter

Beautiful Shiloh! Please report back to us when you find out about the double rainbow! It is something I’ve always wanted to know.

I had to pull of the highway the other day because of a rainbow. It wasn’t that it was blocking the highway exactly, but it was making me quite unable to drive, as it kept changing and growing and intensifying and I had to keep looking. In the parking lot of Burger King, my sixteen-year-old son and I sat on the back of the car in a steady drizzle of rain and watched the two sides grow from fat striped stumps, one stuck to each mountain range, into elongated, graceful, soaring pillars whose fingers reached for each other above the valley. Finally the two sides met and melded and a real rainbow curved and stretched all the way across the sky, arching over the green valley below, connecting the Siskiyou’s to the Cascades. The light that shone through its colors like liquid pearls had to have come from Somewherelse, as the sky between the mountains was black and roiling. Just when it was so beautiful that it was nigh on being more than a mortal could stand ~ the sun set. Oi Vey! The color! The light! Magnificence. Brilliance. Resplendence. Glory. None of them are enough; words can’t hold what happened in the sky.

And the cars zipped past and people parked and got out of their cars and scuttled through the drizzle into Burger King without ever lifting their eyes. There are things in the world that I cannot understand. There are things in the world that I will never understand.