Coming home from work yesterday, we drove through the remnants of one of Washington's summer pop-up thunderstorms. We actually got ahead of one storm cell and into the gap between it and the one further east.
The sun was managing to shine, and there was a significant film of water on the road's surface. There wasn't much traffic, so the cars around us were mostly driving at or above the speed limit, kicking up some sizable roostertails behind them.
From about a car length behind and one lane over, the sun shining through the fine mist of road spray was generating some highly visible rainbows.
Beauty and hidden pleasures, even today, can appear quite unexpectedly and in the least likely of places. There's usually nothing beautiful about I-95 between Baltimore and Washington, and never anything beautiful about the weekday commute, but last night proved to be an exception.