Bows

We had a weird patch of localised rain as I was driving my daughter to the station. It seemed that our valley had been specially chosen to be dumped on. Down on the main road the sun was shining. I couldn't help feeling a little cursed.
Then on the way back as the patch of rain was lifting I saw a huge rainbow over the valley and as I turned into our road the whole valley was filled with a wall of spectrum colours in the residual mist. Not just a multiple rainbow, but a gradually diminishing series of spectrums like an excessively organised soap bubble.
Not cursed after all, but blessed when looking in the opposite direction.