Was out at my friend JL's place on Staten Island the other day. While we sat in his kitchen over a late-afternoon cup of tea the weather turned. Sudden hard pouring rain, sheets of it, from a very dark sky. It ended as suddenly as it started, leaving behind a light drizzly mist. JL walked me down the hill to the ferry. The clouds were breaking up in the west, just where the low sun was, and we rounded the corner to see a huge, clear, vivid double rainbow shimmering over the harbor. The lower curve, the brighter one, arched from Brooklyn to New Jersey; the upper seemed so wide it might have had one end on Long Island and the other in Ohio. I made out more colors than I'd ever seen in a rainbow, the oranges, limes and turquoises you don't usually get to see. It faded as I rode the ferry ride back to Manhattan, but didn't finally vanish until the ferry docked in the slip.