Somewhere...

Tonight there was a shower in this part of Manhattan, pouring rain over a sun-drenched sky. The light flooded the sidewalks and the drops were those big fat ones that fall down hard and heavy like in the movies. When David walked in the door he had a big smile on his face.

"I wonder if there'll be a rainbow," he said.

David is always searching for rainbows but almost never finds them. He stood looking out of our bedroom window and suddenly shouted for Annie and me to come and see. A rainbow. Then he took off out the front door, I grabbed the camera, and Annie and I followed him up to the roof.

Later, when we were back inside, David watched from the window as the rainbow became more intense in color and clarity.

"You can't have a rainbow when there's just rain," he said, "And you can't have a rainbow when there's just sun. You need both. It's life. That's the beauty."