Humidity stifling the thick air today and a brief rain shower blessing my late lunch in a New York park caused us to quickly pack up and dash to the local eatery on a Warwick farm.
Soon the grey sky opened up with a bit of blue bleeding through the dissipating clouds.
Seeing the rain stop I step outside the roadside tent waiting like a kid waits for ice-cream watching it being scooped in a creamery behind the glass waiting for a treat to unfold before my very eyes.
What am I waiting for? A rainbow. Yes, a rainbow of course. I stood under the cloudy sky as the sunlight narrowly emerged in anticipation of a roadside rainbow.
It took a while and my hope of seeing the magic colors was turning bleak as the sky appeared empty.
Suddenly, the magic I am waiting for displays itself in bright and colorful delight.
The arch was not complete and only a quarter of the rainbow dazzled in the sky. Nonetheless, reflecting in the sky are the colors I looked for.
It was not jumping out of the sky with obvious fashion. I had to look for it.
Such are the things in life, sometimes they fall into our lap and sometimes we just bump into them. Other times we need to look.
Beauty mists in the sky. You just have to look for it. It is the same in life. Plans get thwarted and a soaked and wet spinach-salad in the park is not the most tasty and beautiful sight as the sky releases an overflow of condensation on my outdoor lunch.
Yet, the beauty is there when you wait for it and you look for it. Simply put, sometimes you have to “look for it.”