Living on the West Coast means learning about rain, and discovering why this was dubbed the Wet Coast.
It also means delighting in rainbows.
Since I saw my first double rainbow in Hawaii years ago, I’ve seen more of these wonders on the Wet Coast than I ever did, living inland.
Last year, walking with a good friend in Bellingham, I saw a triple rainbow for the first time, and was filled with hope.
Yesterday was the first time for rainbow bits.
We were sitting on the deck, enjoying the late afternoon breeze, when I spied a rainbow fragment in the clouds. Then another, and another — not broken arcs, but six, separate rectangles, at different angles, and not connected. It was as if God had broken a rainbow in shards across the sky, scattering colored bands at different angles and in different lengths.
It was so breathtaking, I didn’t even run for a camera.
Wearing polarized sunglasses made the difference. Hadi couldn’t see these rainbow bars with prescription glasses, then shared my delight when he switched to shades. Without sunglasses, I found some of the smaller bands were much fainter.
We read about rainbows afterward, and all the ways spectrums of light are produced from inside water droplets. Best description of what we saw: “Scattering.”
I was fascinated by a Buddhist interpretation of rainbows as a stairway to heaven, linking our world of suffering and illusion to that highest state of consciousness, nirvana.
And I especially liked this phrase — “the sky is full of water.”
I’m grateful for rainy days, and weekends like this, filled with sunshine and sky colors.
I wish you could see what I see is a random feature at living in gratitude.