It was three forty in the afternoon. The skies above the basin were clear after the rain.
There was no trace at all of the furious thunderstorm that had raged the entire night.
The storm had gone on for more than ten hours, which had not only resulted in a terrifying 700ml of rainfall but also caused the appearance of two rainbows over the basin—one pale and one more vivid.
If one were to stand at a distance and look at the basin this very moment, they would see two streams of smoke billowing into the air from the kitchen chimneys on the silvery-gray Iron Rock Mountain—which the rain had now washed clean of all dust—and intersecting with the two rainbows.
It was so calm and peaceful.
