That Amazingly Beautiful Rainbow

Clouds pile up on the horizon, billowing high. The sun slips behind and it grows darker. The birds are silent, the air is thick, the silence disrupted only by the deep rumbling of thunder in the distance. Lightning jabs at the earth as the low band of boiling black clouds advance steadily forward, enveloping everything in its path with a white curtain of rain and hail. The wind picks up, the overhead power-lines moan and whine. A few big drops of rain plop in the dust. Without warning a thick...