Clouds and rainbows

The skies during this morning's commute were very contrasting. On the first part of the commute, a dichotomy. To the east, God's own palette of light and color. Golds, pinks, blues streaked across the dawning sky.

 

To the west, an unusual blue-steel gray, portending rain to fall soon. Little wisps of white clouds clipped along in front, heralds for what is to come.

 

Half an hour later, and further north, the clouds broke, requiring sunglasses. Scanning the sky to the west, driving in the flow of traffic, I spot it--a rainbow. In Brussels, it rained so often, you would see them all the time. Not so much where I am now. It was gratifying to see. As if, someone is trying to say something to me.