Maybe the rainbow IS the pot of gold…
East Tennessee summers are known for producing sporadic, sometimes intense, pop-up storms, especially in the heat of the late afternoon. Often those storms come and go in a matter of minutes, and sometimes, if we’re blessed, we can spot a rainbow in their aftermath. I was fortunate recently to be able to see and photograph a rainbow on my way home from work after such a pop-up thunderstorm.
A couple of years ago at the end of my extended unit of CPE, Carolyn, a member of my peer group, painted a watercolor for each of us as a gift and as part of her peer review. Her artistic vision captured each of us as some element or scene from nature. One of us was an ocean, one of us was a mountain. Her vision of me was that I was a rainbow. I was flattered and touched by her assessment of me and her ability to see my true colors (pardon the pun) in this way.
I’ve often heard the old tale about there being a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It’s a nice thought, but I am not holding my breath waiting to find that pot of gold anytime soon. Which end is it supposed to be at, anyway? The front end or the back end? Not really the point, I realize…but my mind works like that sometimes.
I think maybe the rainbow is its own pot of gold. It’s a beautiful treasure, a gift from God, like His very own brushstrokes across the sky reminding me of His promise never again to destroy humanity with a flood. I think of the many kinds of floods in my life…floods of trouble, illness, death and sorrow. “When it rains, it pours,” as the old adage states. But in my floods I know I am never alone. God is not going to drown me, and He is not going to abandon me in the midst of the pouring rain.