Where's the Bow?
My Heart Leaps Up
by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
My heart leaps up when I behold
A Rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the man;
And I wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
We’re in the monsoon season in rural south central Virginia. Sunday night we got over two inches of rain. Monday, we got a bit more rain. Everything is green—incredibly green.
I’ve gotten behind in my weed-eating; John mows like crazy and still the yard grows. Our hayfields look wonderful—we got the fertilizer down at just the right time.
Monday evening, not long after the tornado watch for our area was canceled, I noticed the southeastern sky had a peculiar look. The treetops were golden; the clouds were pinkish.
I looked north and then east. The end of a rainbow touched Smith Mountain.
But where was the rainbow’s “bow”?
I looked southeastward again. The other end (visible just above a tree) pointed downward to Polecat Creek Farm.
But again—no bow.
What I saw didn’t look like a sundog.
How can it be a rainbow, though, if it has no bow?
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Labels: weather
posted by Becky Mushko | 12:02 AM
3 Comments:
Those look like tornado clouds! The sky can look mean, can't it? I'm sick of the rain already. Shannon got the truck stuck in the mud where we're building the track, and when we used the bobcat to try and dig it out, we got that stuck too!
Maybe from another angle it would have been a rainbow?
Nice shots. We need the rain badly so I am not complaining even though the gray skies are very dreary.
I looked from all angles that I could. The middle just wasn't there. There were breaks in the clouds so part of the bow should have shown up somewhere.
I hope all this rain has helped the water table. It's certainly helping the hayfields.
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