Summertime in our neighborhood is loud. With all these people spending more time outside, we are more aware of their noise through our own open windows. When I heard a croaky voice shouting across the neighborhood the other night, I wasn't surprised that I could hear every word.
Sometimes I'm annoyed that in this little pocket of humanity, we bump up so close to each other that nobody can have a party without all of us feeling like eavesdroppers.
But the other night, I was feeling more impish, so when the yelling began I ran up to my closet window and called out in reply to the invisible shouter, "What?! What are you guys seeing? What rainbow? I don't see a rainbow!"
I grabbed our camera and went out to see what all the ruckus was about.
Two kids were on my grass, raptly looking at a double rainbow.
By the time I got my camera out, this was the best shot I could get:
"Did you find the pot of gold at the end of it, then?" I asked.
I couldn't tell if they believed themselves or not.
But the moment felt friendly and fun and for once, I was glad I hadn't been such a party pooper.
Maybe double rainbows aren't such a bad reason to shout across the whole neighborhood, after all.