“Quick”, I yell out to Sally. “Grab your rainbow hat and let’s go searching.” Sure enough, within minutes a rich vibrant arch of red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple cuts down out of the sky and lands just meters from us. Like circus kids beaming happy at the joyful stunts of clowns, our “in the studio all day” slightly tired moods are suddenly lifted by the magical antics of sun and rain.
The dark pelting clouds did their thing. Now, a rainbow sweeps in and waves a big “hello again” across the sky to those of us standing in awe below. Although the portents have been there all day—squalls of driving rain punctuated by open blue sky— it comes as a surprise, this rainbow, when the emerging sun meets the fleeing remnants of rain falling from the cloud’s tail end.
And, if anyone doubts the power of a rainbow to transform—not just figuratively, but literally, as well,….count the number of fingers on Sally’s hand.
We’re not sure what to do with this blessing. Painting could be a bit easier with an extra finger to hold an extra brush, but buying gloves might prove difficult.
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