Most of the time the
weather forecast for the valley is fairly mundane, sunny and warm with
the fluctuating factor being just how warm. Yet I have found that when
storms do come they often have an unusual flair that captures my attention. Thursday morning the sky was trying to spit some rain but it wasn't 'til late afternoon when there was enough moisture falling to take
notice. When the first drops fell the sun was shining brightly but starting
its decent toward the horizon. I stood under the carport and attempted
to capture the raindrops sparkling as they fell. Back in the dry kitchen I
figured I should check what was happening on the mountain side of the
view (it is not unusual when we get rain to find a rainbow or two
sprawled across the mountain). Yup, there it was but this time the
rainbow as contained in the clouds while the blue sky next door
pretended that it was a typically sunny day.
Sunset arrived before the rain finished and the mountains, still clinging to the rainbow, along with the surrounding clouds turned an eerie orangish hue.
The neighbors across the street were wanted to come look for gold at our house, from their view the rainbow seemed to end in our backyard.
And the sun went down, the close of another photo-op day in the Valley of the Sun.
