did ya'll see the rainbow?

Driving home from work I chance to look high in the pale silvery sky where a tiny quarter of a rainbow is glowing.  The beauty of it there, poking its ravishing face through the thick curtain of cloud makes me catch my breath in a moment of raw amazement. I love the significance of rainbows. To me their beauty is synonymous with Promise from God.

A couple minutrs later I'm chattimg with a group of friends. "Did ya'll see  the rainbow?" T asks. "It was the most beautiful rainbow I've ever seen!"
K says she didn't see the rainbow in the shop where she works.
I think she did see the rainbow though, in the flash of colours as guys in muddy clothes walked by, Mostly colours like gray and brown with a lil red from their wind-beaten faces.
R says she didn't see any rainbow either, because she was in her classroom, teaching and missed it.
"But you did see the rainbow," I  tell her. "You can link the Promise of the Rainbow to things in your classroom...the children's words and actions and personalities; the swaying trees through your tiny dungeon window, etc."
My mum didn't see the rainbow either. She was inside the rainbow, the cacophony of singsong  baby voices, and unexpected cuteness and occasional kisses from the toddlers in her care.
Dad didn't see the sky-rainbow either but Im quite sure he saw and felt it during a few moments of idle chitchat with a lonely customer.

It seems to me that anything of worth or of beauty is a rainbow, a significant promise from God. And so I will be always on the lookout for rainbows. What about you. Have you been looking for rainbows? Where did you see a rainbow today?

from the sunset watcher, turned rainbow watcher