20 Mar And no angel sang
As a storm swept through the South Shore Saturday Friday afternoon, Peter Barss headed out to photograph the ominous clouds. It snowed. It rained. It changed back to snow, then pea-sized hail.
At Port Medway, the threatening clouds parted briefly, and warm sunlight briefly bathed the shore. Thunder and lightening followed until, just as Peter started packing up his gear, a rainbow appeared. Here’s his lyrical description:
No dolphins frolicked joyfully in the waves, angels didn’t sing to me, no godly voice told me the rainbow was a sign of hope. In fact, the rainbow didn’t even mark the end of the storm. I drove home under black skies and rain so heavy the wipers couldn’t keep up.
I know that rainbows form when the sun is low to the horizon and raindrops in the distance refract and disperse sunlight. I know there’s no need to go beyond science; it’s all physics.
I also know that, like so many things around us, rainbows are beautiful.
That’s one of many things I like about my ex-brother-in-law: No lily-gilding.