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Says Brandon: I was driving through the rain in San Diego Friday. I love the weather here because it is somehow different in some slight yet essential way from the weather of the Midwest. In the same way, the weather of the Midwest is also different from the weather of the Southeast. It is difficult to explain, but the clouds seem rarely to have cohesion as a single mass here, so when they behave en masse... it is curious, strange, beautfiul to me. I expect rain from stratocumulus, from stratus, not from shredded cumulus clouds unmoored from one another in a blue-orange sky. It was early afternoon and I was driving east on the 8, heading for the 168 which would take me to Hilcrest, and the torrent abruptly ended. As the clouds parted, a rainbow formed. It was quite saturated, beautiful and shimmering. It began above the upper left corner of my windshield and carried, I realized, right onto the hood of my car. If the hood were removed, the rainbow would've landed in the midst of my Civic's little four-cylinder engine. Never in my life had I seen the end of a rainbow -- always had a rainbow's root been obscured from my view. And here, now, was the rainbow's end -- practically in my lap. I didn't think of a pot of gold. Just... I thought of how lucky I was, and wondered if anyone else on the 8 that afternoon had a private rainbow. <<<