Last Thursday we were driving home from dropping Arthur off at my daughter’s house in Columbus, Ohio. We were going to Minnesota for a wedding and Anna was going to watch Arthur for us as she has done in the past.
We were driving along I-71 south towards Cincinnati when the dark ominous clouds rolled in. We had a panoramic view of the thunderous clouds in the distance with streaks of gray shooting down to the earth. Soon it started pouring big drops of rains that splatted on our windshield.
Up ahead the sun broke through the clouds and Mark said, “I see a rainbow behind us.”
I twisted in my seat, constrained by my seat belt, and saw a full brilliant rainbow arch across the sky. (And no, I did not open the moon roof and stand up to shoot from there as Mark helpfully suggested. I do have my limits.) By the time we were able to pull over so I could hop out and take a photograph, some clouds had obscurred the view. But I notice now, that the rainbow has the shadow of a double rainbow.
It has been many years since I’ve seen a rainbow, a sign from the heavens that all will be well after the storms.
The last few years, with the onset of Dad’s dementia, Annie’s illness and death, Dad’s continued decline, and my mom’s day-to-day struggle with coping, sometimes I feel like I am in a never-ending storm.
So I’ll willingly, happily, and gratefully take this light show from the heavens as a sign that all will be well.