When the storm warnings crackled over the airwaves, we packed up food and blankets and headed for the ridge, carrying every flashlight we could find.
We made it to the shelter as the deluge began. The storm went on for three days. On the fourth day, the rainbow appeared and we ventured out to survey our land.
The pasture was empty. The horses had vanished, swept away and probably lying under a pile of debris downriver.
“Maybe they scrambled out before the floodwaters hit.” I offered.
Jim shook his head, “Just because there’s a rainbow, don’t be getting all optimistic.”