She breaks for rainbows

It has been raining on and off, pouring actually, for the past few days, which doesn't say much for the dry season but has provided a pleasant break from the scorching hot sun and sweltering afternoons.  Some would even say that it has been downright cold here.  I am not one of them, let's not get too crazy, but it has been lovely.  I wore jeans this morning and kept them on ALL DAY!  Returning home from the drop off this morning, a downpour threatened Bridgetown which floods almost immediately with more than five minutes of rain.  The sky was navy blue velvet and the palms and other trees glowed neon against that backdrop. 

Staring at the horizon to see if the rain was sweeping across the island or just falling in town, I first saw it electrify the sky.  A beautiful rainbow that ran from one side of the island to the other.  A rainbow like little girls, myself included once upon a time, draw on their notebooks with clouds and hearts and stars and unicorns and their names in bubble letters.  A rainbow where, if there really were leprechauns and pots of gold and all that, something really incredible would surely be at its end.  I whipped out the camera and tried to capture it.  Snapping frame after frame as Didier and I watched others around us just go on with their day, this miracle all too common, I suppose, on the island.  Well, we slowed down, snails ourselves, to follow that rainbow--out the windshield, the passenger windows, and from the driver's seat.  We break for rainbows because they offer such joy and promise.  After a petty and indulgent argument, it was just what we needed.


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