One thing about summer thunderstorms on the prairies is that they are often followed by a rainbow.
Most of the time the rainbow, while visible, is usually fairly faint. Not this time. I don’t ever remember seeing a rainbow that was as intense in color as this one.
Of course the kids reminded me of the Irish legend about Leprechauns burying their gold at the end of the rainbow, and thought it would be a good idea to head over to find the gold. They were quite disappointed when I told them that even if there was a pot of gold, we would never find it because as you move, the end of the rainbow moves.
The storm had been in Lethbridge and the rainbow appeared as we traveled down Highway 4. I which I could say that I found the perfect location and waited for all the parts to come together, but the sun breaking through the clouds to highlight the canola field and the old granaries were just a well time coincidence.