Stopping suddenly, she clutches the arm of her fellow sojourner, "Oh, wow!" she gasped. "Do you see that?"
"See what?" was the reply.
"That beautiful rainbow," said the women, still in awe.
"I see the blackness of the storm..." spoken slightly as a question.
"Oh, it's beautiful - all of the radiant colors!"
"I see several shades of gray, is that what you're referring to?"
"No! The colors! See the sun beaming through the darkness; its light is reflecting through any particle able to absorb it. See the spectrum it's producing?"
The answer only consisting as a look of puzzled suspicion.
"And look, it's even a full bow - complete from one end to the other!"
"All I see is broken storm clouds..."
"Exactly! The storm - there'd be no rainbow without the storm. But look what the sun does with all those 'would be' destructive molecules - it's beautiful!"
"I'm still - it's just not there for me. It seems to be clearing though, that's good."
"No, No! Look at the sun! See its rays? Now look at the storm -
see the rainbow?"
