I saw a rainbow in a cloud
southbound on I-55
through the window
from the back seat
I saw a rainbow in a cloud
surrounded by blue sky
even after I blinked
once, twice, thrice
I saw a rainbow in a cloud
with and without sunglasses
it was there
either way
I saw a rainbow in a cloud
and mentioned it aloud
to those traveling
with me
I saw a rainbow in a cloud
my father in law said,
"Means rain's coming"
it's the farmer in him
I saw a rainbow in a cloud
tried to take a photograph
to prove
it was really there
I saw a rainbow in a cloud
couldn't snap a picture
from a moving car
headin' home
after meetin' surgeons
I saw a rainbow in a cloud
'tis true
no lying
in my heart
I know
it's a sign
a promise
from God
we're on the right path
He is here
all will be OK
because I saw
a rainbow in a cloud
before it swirled away
in a golden glow
and was white
once more
Both of these pictures were taken from the back seat of a moving car while travelin' at legal speeds along I-55, headin' south, on the evening of September 20, 2011. We were on our way home to Central Illinois from Chicago, after consulting with two specialists for my husband's upcoming cancer surgeries. Yes, surgeries plural. Instead of one big operation, to remove cancer from two areas of his body, he is going to have two separate surgeries, two months apart.
I wrote this poem longhand in my sketchbook on September 22, 2011, while my youngest son was at soccer practice. Before I wrote it, I spent some time trying to draw it from my mind's eye, using the crayons and markers I had in my possession. They didn't do it justice though. It was such a beautiful sight.
I didn't know I'd managed to take a picture of the rainbow in the cloud, until I downloaded the pictures from my camera a few weeks later, on October 6, 2011. Just yesterday. We're now at the hospital with the specialists, where my husband is recovering from his first surgery. So far so good. Things are looking UP, as we continue to praise God for bringing us this far in my husband's cancer treatment. Our strength and courage come from the unceasing prayers of family and friends, as we rest in the promises of God.
lookin' for a rainbow
http://my.opera.com/jbaird/blog/2011/08/24/lookin-for-a-rainbow
Too Young For This
http://my.opera.com/jbaird/blog/2011/06/03/too-young-for-this
© 2011 Janean Baird, Turquoise Tangles
Turquoise Tangles 
A nice message of hope.Rainbows in clouds are beautiful. When I saw the title, I thought you'd been flying. Have you ever seen a whole circle of rainbow around the shadow of your plane? That's magical too.I'm hoping the surgeries – sorry to hear it's plural – will do the job they're intended to do.
Originally posted by bentrein:
Thank you, Ben. A friend of mine told me this phenomenon is called a sundog. I had never heard that term before. Turns out, they ARE known to be an omen for rain coming. I smiled at that too. The HOPE in the surgeries, plural, is that with chemotherapy, radiation (completed this summer) and the two operations, my husband's cancer can still be CURABLE! What a PRAISE that would be! Continuing to PRAY that it will be so. ~ Janean
Originally posted by jbaird:
I'm with you. My thoughts and my (version of) prayers.
Originally posted by bentrein:
Thank you, Ben. So very much.
Originally posted by jbaird:
You're very welcome; but what else do friends do?
Originally posted by bentrein:
Well, Ben, I tell my friends, "Thank you." For kindnesses BIG and small. Family members too. Because they matter to me and I appreciate them so. It's a courtesy. More than manners. Heartfelt and genuine in expression. Even from afar.
Originally posted by jbaird:
And I appreciate it, certainly. It's heartfelt from this end too. Like I said, you are very welcome. But it remains a matter of course; from a friend. We're here.
Originally posted by bentrein:
And I am so very grateful. Thank you for walking alongside me and propping me up with laughter, kindness and encouraging words.