About fifteen years ago we were going through the Midwest again. Yes, again. Back then, we did a lot of cross country traveling. I think we were still in Missouri just outside the Kansas state line.
Anyway, suddenly there was heavy downpour but it was a flat road and the weather was warm so I kept on driving. The rain storm didn’t last very long before the sun came out again. The first thing I noticed was a bright rainbow seemingly extending out of the middle of a field. I turned off the expressway onto a two lane road and drove down the pasture lane into the field having no idea who it belonged to. I told everyone we were going to see if there was really a leprechaun and pot of gold at the end of a rainbow? No, there was no leprechaun nor pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. I guess those kind only exist in Ireland. But we did get to see, stand under, run and dance through it, waved our hands through an actually rainbow touching the earth.
I had heard that the end or start of rainbow is hard or next to impossible to find. I don’t know about that but we found one when we wasn’t particularly looking for anything so astonishing.
What did it feel like? Wet and misty. Close up it looked like multi-hued fog with tiny crystals floating inside. It was amazingly beautiful. If you hold your hand in it you could see the colors shimmering across your palm. They sparkled and danced in the sunlight.
When I told others about this and showed them the pictures some people said, “You aren’t supposed to stand in, go near, touch, nor stand under those things.”
I asked why not?
They said because they are bad luck. I don’t believe in good or bad luck. I believe everything has source for occurring. I can’t deny a lot of sorrowful things happened years later but I don’t believe the rainbow had anything to do with it.