Today the rain finally came, we've had a "drought" of 3 weeks or so since the snow and ice. A dark afternoon sky, heavy with humidity and rain. You could almost hear the moss fluffing up with moisture. So, to set the stage, everywhere grey and darkness, all our heads in the cloud.
And then, a hole opens up in the sky right over the setting sun. I think of that line in Isak Dinesen's Out of Africa, when her servant comes to tell her the coffee barn is on fire: "God is coming!" A sight so strange and wild and unearthly it could only mean the Almighty is coming to check up on us. The hole grew along the horizon until eventually a strip of pale gold ran along the mountain tops, and a cobalt cloudy sky hung above.
Good thing I was paying attention!