It’s winter here in Tasmania. The days are short and the weather unpredictable. Some days, like today, it’s mild and sunny but others we don’t see the sun all day. The grey days are a bit depressing, mostly because of the lack of sunlight but I don’t mind a good downpour. I like the sound of rain on our galvanised iron roof and the sound of a thunderstorm.

The other day I looked outside and the sky was as black as the ace of spades. We live next door to an electricity power sub station and in this photo you can see the black clouds with just a few patches of blue. At first I thought  we might get a  heavy downpour or even a sprinkle of snow but instead there was a very light rain. I spotted a rainbow so I rushed back inside to get the camera and see if I could capture it.  One of the things I like here in Tassie is that usually you can see the entire rainbow. I didn’t see that so much in South Australia, often you’d only see a part of it where I lived.

I like rainbows. I think of the song “Somewhere Over The Rainbow” and of the pot of gold that mum used to say was at the end of it. I used to think that it would be wonderful to find it but soon realised that the more you chase a rainbow the further away it gets. That is until we came here. This is Rainbow’s End for me.