We are all familiar with that wonderful magical phenomenon that occurs during a summer rain. I love rainbows. Already as a child I found the colourful arch incredibly enchanted. I used to watch it emerge behind the sun drenched drops of rain, while it intensified on the canvas of the dark sky, only to slowly disappear into the air, as if it never existed at all.
Nowhere are there more rainbows than here in Denmark. I see them all the time in spring and summer, in the early mornings or late in the afternoons, almost always complete, like divine bows, so proximate, yet so beyond reach.
I am not surprised that these vibrant creations of nature have mesmerized mankind, giving rise to tales and stories of mystery and magic in fables and mythology.
However, the magic of the arch is nothing more than a refraction of light when it passes through a drop of water, causing the white light to separate into seven distinct colours; red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet.
Science aside, I still like to believe that some conjuring is indeed taking place - how could it not in creating such a magnificent piece of art.
My favorite still has to be the notion of the leprechaun and the secret hiding place for his pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, as so well depicted in the movie musical, "Finian's Rainbow", which I recall fondly from my childhood.
Today, I still love to watch (and listen to) the so very romantic duet between Don Franck and Petula Clark; "Old Devil Moon".
They don't make music like this anymore.