We were left with the most amazing clouds and the softest of colors. Those colors, if I could have captured them, would have been the ones I would choose for a nursery. Soft blues and pinks. It was just a whisper of a color really, not even a full blown color.
A rainbow was birthed by two clouds and if you look closely you can see the very beginning of it peeping out and beginning to wind it's way down, slowly, ever so slowly.
And then the rainbow was gone and the sky glowed. It was as if the light we saw was an echo of some other light somewhere we couldn't see. Perhaps it was a preview of Heaven.