Dark clouds approach the field, gaining speed. I hurry into the woods as drizzle spits, wind shaking acorns, bits of nests, and moss. My scalp gets wet just as I reach the road. No cars to offer a lift home. I run, panting, faint blue sky on my right, dark gray, my left. A sudden rainbow forms, a vibrant arc footed in pine tree tops. I push my pace. A second rainbow glimmers, crowning the first. I run the weather’s edge, half-wet, half-dry, in sun-soaked rain and make safe passage to my mailbox. Surely, good news hides inside the damp envelope.