Here Comes The Sun

It had been a rainy day, the kind of rain where the water comes down sideways and all you want to do is cuddle up inside and stay warm. We lit a fire and spent most of the day hanging out together as a family. I curled up in a big chair with my laptop; my husband and son played together on the floor close by; the cat strategically positioned herself near anyone willing to scratch her ears.

Finally, late in the day, we put on our raincoats and ventured out in the weather to visit friends in San Francisco. As we drove toward the city, we couldn’t help but notice the bright skies.

“I can’t believe it’s clear here!” I marveled.

Suddenly, a sunbeam broke through the clouds, its light flickering off the bay.

“There has to be a rainbow somewhere,” my husband mused.

As if on cue, the most extraordinary rainbow appeared, its colors shining so bright it seemed as if we could reach out and touch it. The brighter the sun grew, the more brilliant the rainbow became, hanging in the air in front of the city skyline like a vision in a 3-D movie.

“Look at the colors,” our two-year old son chatted away in the backseat.

As we drove over the Golden Gate Bridge, we had front row seats as this glorious rainbow stretched a full 180 degrees, half a circle over the water, continually growing brighter and brighter.

As we finally paid the bridge toll and drove away (attempting to snap a few photos through the windshield), we had changed. The weather had shifted, and so had our perspectives. The day was no longer dismal; it was miraculous.