The Rainbow Connection

It's been raining like crazy this summer. I live in South Florida these days so that's pretty normal.

This summer, however, I have taken to looking at the sky more. I find that though I'm a dreamer, I seldom look up, always looking forward. Someone special brought my attention to the formation of the clouds, something I have long regarded as "childish" the silly activity of naming the shapes seen in the clouds. Yet, now, it seems no less silly than the naming of the constellations, something else I've had little interest in examining.

I saw a rainbow this morning. I see them in passing and usually care very little. This morning I stopped at the light til someone honked, examining this beautiful wonder. It seemed magical on a greater level than ever. The ray of colors awe-inspiring and joyous, holding so much promise in the beauty following the storms.

When do we stop looking forward and look up, look to the heights instead of the future? Look to the possibility of all that is great above us instead of what is before us? When do we become so rapt in all that is here instead of all that is around and beyond? How often are we looking up for thanks instead of down in dismay? Are we all that selfish, or is it just me...?