The weather changed very rapidly this morning. Bright sunshine one minute, raining the next. But in between, briefly, there was a vivid rainbow, so close it seemed you should be able to touch it, with a second rainbow just outside it.
“Pearl, quick, come look!”
She raced to the bedroom window to stand next to me and we marvelled at the bright colours. Babess chortled as we pointed it out to her.
“It’s so close Mum, it looks like the end of it is in that tree by the bus-stop!”
“Yes, it does.” Pause. “You know there’s not really a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, right?”
Oh-so-knowing laugh. “Of course there isn’t!”
Whew. Don’t have to worry about her running out and down the street then.
“… Maybe there’s some silver though…”
