Surrounded By Rainbows

The moor is the colour of chaff this evening.  I don't recall it ever being quite this shade before.  Weeks of intense heat and no rain have drained the pigment from the landscape.

But today the heatwave broke.  There've been intermittent thunderstorms all day.  Hundreds of sudden puddles have appeared.  The parched earth has forgotten how to drink.

 

And now I'm chasing rainbows.  They're there in every direction, some vivid, some the faintest whimsy; some fading in the blink of an eye, others growing taller and brighter as the minutes pass by.  A son et lumiere performance of psychadelic curves as the clouds shift and collide and the light continually alters.

It's deserted here tonight.  Lately so populated of an evening, the rain has drained the land of people, too.  The puddles and the rainbows are mine.  All mine.

 

 (Walk taken on 28/8/2018)