Driving all the way across Iowa on I-80 on Friday, I spotted a little secluded cemetery up on a hill, just as the sun was going down.
I had to stop.
Even though the sun was shining, it started to sprinkle ... and turned into a beautiful, summertime, million-dollar rain (click on the picture below to see the precip).
Then I thought to myself, "There's gonna be a rainbow, there's gonna be a rainbow — c'mon God — there's gonna be a rainbow..."
So there I was: alone on this hilltop, out in the country, in an old peaceful cemetery, with a gorgeous sunset before me, a full rainbow above me, the silence that follows a rainfall, and I'm dripping wet.
It was a religious experience.