A stunning rainbow appeared this morning while I was swimming. It stretched across the pond behind our home with the pot of gold just down the street. Naturally, I didn’t have my phone to take a picture, although Tally witnessed it too. It was a welcome sight after sloshing through puddles in a pouring rain. It was a run that didn’t apparently happen, just like the rainbow that has now disappeared. The rain played havoc with my electronics and the run was not recorded, while the voice that guides me was silent. The music did play on although it got stuck on Dave Matthews’ Gravedigger. “I’m Getting Closer to my Home” tried to play but skipped forward like it was interrupted on a turntable. It’s the second time this month that the GPS and app failed. 

I ran the same 3.1 mile path that I do every morning, but with wet shoes and clothes that at least kept me cool. The roar of thunder was chasing me along with the incoming dark, ominous clouds. I did not get to wave at the same people that cross my path most every day. It’s even more lonely when you run in the rain where you’re competing solely against the elements. Time did not matter, so the focus was on avoiding the pooling water in the street gutters. When I jumped in the pool afterwards, I did not get any wetter. The rainbow gave our backyard an even stronger tropical feel. 

I was supposed to play golf yesterday with my granddaughter, but rain forced cancellation. Instead, I watched the Hemingway inspired movies of The Snows of Kilimanjaro, The Old Man and the Sea, and A Farewell to Arms. We also started a new series titled Virgin River after finishing the Hemingway documentary. Today’s plan to go to the beach may be thwarted by the rain, but we will be on the sand all weekend once we get to Amelia Island. This means more TV watching today while the thunderstorms continue. Maybe we’ll see another rainbow before the day is over?