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 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 looks multi-hued fog with tiny crystals inside. It was beautiful. If you held your hand in it you could see the colors shimmering across your palm.
When I told others about this and showed them the pictures 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.