The Rainbow Never Tells Me
The rainbow is our reward for weathering the storm, a pathway for the messenger Isis, a bridge between Asgaard and Midgaard so gods could walk among men. In the Epic of Gilgamish it is the jeweled necklace of the Great Mother, Ishtar. It is Biblical:
“I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth.” It is inspiration for poets, writers and painters alike:
The Rainbow Never Tells Me by Emily Dickinson
The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy. My flowers turn from Forums -- Yet eloquent declare What Cato couldn't prove me Except the birds were here!
The Blind Girl is an interesting allegorical study of the senses that features a rainbow and how people with different circumstances might experience it: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Blind_Girl
I was sitting in the house, weathering a fierce but brief Spring storm when the sun came out. I grabbed my camera and boots and headed out to search, not for the gold but the fleeting glory that I knew was there, somewhere if I looked for it. I found it at the end of my dock. It was my reward.
Note to Francis at https://guaromekano.wordpress.com Maybe you have insight into the Peruvian Amuesha “The Rainbow Hurt My Skin”. 🙂