John described the weather while I soaked in the tub. The trajectory of the rainbow that had begun to emerge between the descending sun and storm clouds and then the lightning. “You have to see this,” he called then described the lightning striking through the rainbow. Of course, I would never see it. But after getting out of the tub and into pajamas, I went outside in the rain and hovered under the eaves with my phone, trying to catch images of lightning strikes. I now have 69 images of a grey storm sky that only holds the memory of a momentary erratically zig-zagging crack of light. Lightning such a delight if you are not threatened or failing to capture it in a photo.