The gloomy wet greyness of September spilled over to the second day, strangely proving true the weather forecast of the BBC which had assured us wet weather with thunder showers all through the weekend till Tuesday.
It wasn’t as wet as I’d expected though we did get caught in a sudden cloud burst after which the sky turned brilliantly bright and sunny. I was just pottering around wondering whether I should get down to some Yoga or do something less physical when I got a call telling me to look out of the kitchen window . I ran to the back of the house and saw a brilliant rainbow rising out of a cluster of buildings reaching out to the darkened sky, straddling almost the entire city! I’m glad I rushed out when I did because I managed to catch its ethereal beauty as the colours split into a faintly visible orange, yellow and green band hovering over the skyscrapers below. Sadly I couldn’t follow the rest of the rainbow as it got lost in the murky sky but I’m sure at the other end, there would have definitely been a pot of gold as the belief goes.
Rainbows are fleeting, a brief reminder of nature’s beauty even on the greyest day. And by the time I uploaded my photograph, the rainbow had just melted away.
For some unknown reason, rainbows always bring to mind the lines by Ogden Nash’s poem ” Song to be sung by the father of infant female children” which I’d learned way back as a fourteen year old when marriage and children were far from my mind.
My heart leaps up when I beholdA rainbow in the sky;Contrariwise, my blood runs coldWhen little boys go by.For little boys as little boys,No special hate I carry,But now and then they grow to men,And when they do, they marry.No matter how they tarry,Eventually they marry.And, swine among the pearls,They marry little girls.
My little girls have long since grown and flown the nest but strangely these words still linger in my subconscious mind to be brought to the fore each time a rainbow brightens up the sky.