Rainbows ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #370

The poem began as personal metaphor. I’ve been going through a rough patch for, well, about the metaphorical distance between Vancouver and North Dakota, and stormy weather seems always in the forecast. But there’ve been some fortuitous curves in the road, so I’ve managed to stay clear of the darkest consequences. Yay fate!

Then I remembered the circumstances of the photograph, and realized the poem is also quite literal.

I’d bought a small teardrop trailer just before departing on this months-long road trip across Canada and the USA. Turns out the trailer had a bit of a leak problem. A rather severe set of problems, really. It leaked a fair bit when standing still. But when underway in heavy rain, a small lake formed under the mattress of my bed. Not fun.

It rained a lot the first several days of the trip. Well, for the entire trip. So, really not fun.

I’d eventually sort out all the leaks ($$$$ and weeks of work) but with family events in Quebec and New Hampshire to get to, I didn’t have time just then to stop, find and fix the problems. All I could do was keep mitigating the disaster and try to negotiate a route around the worst of the storms.

For that day and several days after, the road dead ahead seemed always into a thunderstorm. Then, just before catching up to the storm, a bend in the road would divert me and my leaky trailer from it.  Time and time again. It was uncanny and it got so I stopped really worrying about it. I’d see the thunderstorm raging ahead, check my route on Google Maps and, sure enough, a bend in the route looked set to take me into better skies. (Never did catch the rainbow, though. 😉 )

If I remember it right, it was after this bend once again directed me away from the storm that I began to think maybe the universe was just being a tease and would get me to my destination more-or-less dry and able to sleep comfortably.