If You Don't Brave the Rain, You Miss Out on the Rainbows

The tale of today's glorious walk in the gorge:

It had just finished raining so the sun made everything sparkle as the cloud shadows chased themselves across the vivid green grass. How could I refuse a walk on such an afternoon? I sprinted beside the field adjacent to the house where Jacob grew up pausing a moment to admire:



Upon climbing a long hill I saw this:



And this:



Springtime walks are not complete without stopping to say hello to the flowers:




I also paused to admire someone's very imaginative lawn ornament:



The gorge has many steep hills to climb. The breeze was picking up. By the time I got to the top of this hill I felt a little bit winded and windblown:



When I rounded the peak of the hill I realized why the wind was picking up. Great angry clouds were making their way up the gorge:



I quickened my pace, but soon the great storm fingers captured the sun and blocked it out:



I was soaked to the skin in minutes and then it was over as quickly as it had begun. The sun came out dazzling. I swung around searching for the rainbow and found it - a brilliant arc that lasted less than twenty seconds before the clouds lifted away. By the time I reached for my camera it was already fading:



After pausing to take it all in, I happily sloshed and dripped my way back home, stopping only for a minute to admire Hannah's garden before going inside to dry:


Life is beautiful. So is Spring.