Rainbows are a rare commodity in Ohio. Usually the rain comes in not in a morning mist or a quick moving cloud, but it's a long drawn out event. My mind has almost been lost in the quiet months of the winter-spring season where the rain never seems to end. A pleading mind engages fantasies of seeing that warm ball. The adds on the TV are more enticing than ever to go to Jamaica, but the work keeps me here.

In another life many years ago my mornings would be blasted with a sun bright in its' resolve to create. Clouds rose to the first heat, steaming up the dark green valley of Manoa. The sun could only highlight the darkness of this morning ritual and seemed to never penetrate feeding time for the rainforest. While roots soaked in dark volcanic soil a chorus of color shone above. Almost every morning rainbows were born out of this valley. Double rainbows and sometimes a rainbow over a rainbow over a rainbow. Not just semicircles in formation but often nearly complete circles of color floating in the sky. I never once took the brilliance of this fractal light for granted. These colors painted brightly a dark magical valley but beyond what the eyes could see in the display of color was the symbolic nature of smells.

Dark depths of violet ocean brought still night air to land. Oceans first gentle breath caressed the salt and picked up ions from blue breaking waves.

Gentle strokes from the green long leaves of coconut palms translated the oceans language to the morning doves and blended fresh sand cleaned by the tides of the night to the salty moist air.

Yellow plumeria's soft petals pushed jasmine's sultry warmth in faint breaths. I love plumeria, so much that there were times I would stop my maniacal pace to school under one of these trees and take in the flowers' gift. Along with these flowers there is always fruit that grows in Hawaii. Oranges citrus,  and mango's soft sweet rosy flesh everywhere. (I laugh when I pay money now for these fruits when we used to have to pay people to take them away or they would cover the ground.) Tangy fresh and clean these fruits cap it all like the red in the top of a rainbow.

Deep ocean, waves, tides, grasses, flowers, fresh fruit, and soft morning air. That is the smell of a rainbow. At least the ones that I remember.

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