On a recent evening, as we were getting ready to leave the house, Larry mentioned that it had been misting rain. That wasn’t surprising—we’ve had a lot of rain this spring and early summer.
After we got in the car, he called for me to look and pointed at the sky.
There were rainbows in the sky, two of them.
I don’t remember ever seeing a double rainbow.
I got back out of the car to get some pictures.
The pictures aren’t great because I took them with my iPhone, not my camera. But if you look hard, you can see the second rainbow arcing over the first.
A little later, as we were driving down the street, we noticed a couple of woman stopped on the sidewalk, looking at the sky. Apparently we weren’t the only ones admiring the rainbows.
When I was a child in Sunday school, I was taught that a rainbow was a sign of God’s promise to never again destroy the earth with flood waters.
As an adult, I do link rainbows with hope.
But without any symbolism attached, rainbows are still beautiful and meaningful to me. It’s amazing to me what happens when light and water get together.
And it’s comforting to me to see nature at work, no matter what’s going on in my life.
Hope. Stability. Life. Some pretty good things to think about on a summer’s evening, wouldn’t you say?
What do you think about when you see a rainbow?