The violent storm stopped and she paused by the old tractor ... 
Glancing up at the sky ...  
As the sun peeked out and gave it life ....
There in all of it's brilliance ... was her rainbow. 
The symbol of promise ... beauty. 
Miraculous wonders awaited her and she knew as never before ... 
The emerald city itself could never match the awesome sparkle she saw in his eyes. The keeper of her heart ...  
Man of promise ... Man of her dreams ... He is  ...........
Afternoon Ramble © 8/14/03 @2 p.m.