Somewhere out there…

We pulled into the driveway, two thirds of dance pickups done for the day…one quarter of the week’s pickups complete. The dark sky matched my feelings about being back in the busy grind that the school year brings. Rushing in the morning. Rushing in the evening. Rushing at supper time. (Picture that to the catchy jingle of a pizza bagel commercial from my past…not sure where that came from at this point in the day…).

“Is that thunder?” Adi asked as I piled bag after bag on my arm, determined to make it into the house in one trip.

“Sounds like it,” I said.

“It’s not raining,” she replied.

“Yet…” I muttered as I made the way towards the house.

Within minutes, the skies opened and rain came pouring down. The backyard, moments ago tranquil, now a mess of heavy rain and leaves blowing in every direction. No complaining here…we welcome whatever rain we get these days.

Less than five minutes later, as I washed bento boxes at the kitchen sink, the glow of a peeking sun caught my eye out the back window.

“I wonder if there is a rainbow,” I said to no one in particular but just kept on washing.

As I dished out dinner, thanks to the crockpot, I peered out the window before heading back to the kitchen. I did a double take. “There is a rainbow,” I announced.

I rushed to the front door for a closer look, Rose and Adi close behind. I snapped a quick picture and shared it in my group text with my parents and siblings. I copied the picture and sent it to my husband. A figured they might need a rainbow on this Monday as much as I had.

Seconds later, my mom replied with her own photos of the rainbow from the next town over.

And then, another picture from Arnauld from his commute back home.

And then…I was sending them all a video of one of my favorite childhood songs, “Somewhere Out There,” from An American Tale.

And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishin’ on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we’re sleeping underneath the same big sky

7 thoughts on “Somewhere out there…

  1. I saw so many pictures of rainbows after that storm yesterday but none compare to yours and the words that accompany them. I particularly love the moment when you, alone with your thoughts, wonder about and then discover the rainbows.❤️

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  2. Thank goodness for rainbows! I love this — it reminds me of when we lived across the street from my parents. If there was a rainbow, my mom would call me, our other neighbors, and we would all come out to the road. It was tradition!

    Oh – and I was totally singing the pizza bagel song even before you mentioned it! Haha!

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  3. Look at all of those gorgeous rainbows y’all captured. I love this!

    In our neighborhood, we tend to share photos of rainbows and hot air balloons. (They often go off course and land in our neighborhood. Literally on people’s lawns.)

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