You see, New England (especially in my part of Massachusetts) has been in the midst of a funky heatwave. A heatwave rivaling the worst heat and humidity I experienced while living in Charleston, SC. So yes, Heather, it does reach that "it's a frickin' sauna here" level (sometimes!)
But tonight we had sweet relief in the form of the inevitable rainstorm that predictably follows a stretch of oppressive humidity. And The Rain Came Down. Bright sparks of lightening followed by loud booms of thunder along with a torrential downpour, rendering my boyz skittish, yet excited. And then...it stopped raining. And the evening sun lighted the dreary sky.
And I? I stepped outside onto our steaming driveway, the steam rising up in wispy puffs of gray, barefoot, my feet stepping gingerly over the newly formed puddles, but at the same time striding with a purpose. Towards an elusive goal: To find a rainbow in the sky. To capture its essence and preserve its memory forever on my digital camera.
But Mother Nature had other ideas. With the distraction that is my children, the fading light of day and the dinner dishes beckoning in the kitchen sink, no rainbow made a stunning, yet fleeting appearance in my "neck of the woods" (my apologies to Al Roker). At least, none that I could spot in the time that it took to scamper out of the Trenches to search for one.
Foiled. So even though it wasn't taken with my very own camera over my very own speck of the world, this one's for you, whymommy, and you, Scarlett, and you Snickollet...
"May there always be work for your hands to do, may your purse always hold a coin or two.
May the sun always shine on your windowpane, may a rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
May the hand of a friend always be near you, may God fill your heart with a gladness to cheer you."
The soul would have no rainbows had the eyes no tears.
-John Vance Cheney