The end of the rainbow?
My grandfather used to say “If you don’t like the weather in Maine, wait a minute”. This fall has been a perfect example. The other day at work started out bright and sunny. By early afternoon a large dark front had moved in and the wind was howling in the square. It was fun to watch the leaves whipping and swirling around the buildings. Some of the seagulls and pigeons were braving the turbulence, swooping over the rooftops. Others were gathered in meeting formation.
The sun peeked out again and it started to rain (?!) – lightly at first and then thrashing, smashing rain with thunder and lightning. It was quitting time for me, so I put on my raincoat and scurried across the square to the parking garage. As I was climbing into my car (huffing and puffing after five flights of stairs) I looked up and saw this beautiful rainbow! If you look closely you can see a secong ghost rainbow to the right.
