Of Rains and Rainbows

Where does the rainbow end,
in your soul or on the horizon?

Pablo Neruda, Chilean poet-diplomat (1904-1973) in The Book of Questions

I have been watching the rain in its many different forms for most of the day. What an awesome and wonderful surprise to find myself gifted this evening with a magnificent rainbow -- a double one, in fact. Looking out my window, the child within beamed inside and out. The fabulous vision transported me . . . over the rainbow.