The old car was speeding down the highway, seemingly running from the dark clouds seen in the rear view’s cracked mirror. The window was down, drawing in the scent of wet grass and earthworms. Little specks of rain pepper the windshield. The cast of the sky’s colors were both ominous and mesmerizing. The sun and the billowing storm clouds dance together in an attempt to overtake the other. Corn fields align the road side. And there, up ahead on the horizon, a rainbow. Vivid, perfect and unbroken, arching from one side to the other.
(And I love this photo...the sky reminds me of my dream, minus the guy in the pink tutu. But he is pretty cool too, check out his story here! I love it when photographers can share their art and make someone's world a little better!)