I was driving home, yesterday, just after work and a little shopping at Sprouts, in Winter Park. It was around 6:00 pm.

It had been one of those now typical Summer days in Florida with intermittent storms. When I was a kid, growing up near St. Petersburg, typical Florida Summer rain happened every single day between 2:00 pm and 3:00 pm and lasted usually no more than an hour. The storm would be huge and heavy with lots of rain and beautiful loud, rumbling, booming thunder and the gorgeous bright veins of lightning spreading in every angle, including horizontal. It was a savage, passionate expression of nature. Then, the Sun would reappear as if nothing ever happened.

The atmosphere would get so steamy. In fact, often, you could watch steam rising from asphalt. That usually happened after brief storms that didn’t significantly cool the ground.

Now, our storms are more muted and come in waves repeatedly during the day. I miss the old ones. But, hey, it’s water. We all need water; we have to take it in any way it comes.

I looked up through my windshield, during my drive and saw a beautiful rainbow over the roadway. Then I noticed it was a double one.