The day dawned hot and dry, with only a few wispy clouds scudding along the horizon. By midday, those clouds had dissipated, and the wind began to lay. Then, the passage of the sea breeze brought more clouds, and a sudden burst of rain.
Lasting no more than three or four minutes, the rain soaked the cypress trees outside my window; with the return of late afternoon sunlight, droplets of water began to sparkle and shine.
When a sudden flash of color caught my eye, I began to watch the interplay of water and light. Despite the absence of violet and indigo, the vibrant and endlessly changing colors of the droplets suggested nature had disassembled a rainbow, and hung it from my trees.