I’ve chased storms for the scent of wet earth, not so much for the moving rainbow you described. Those ridges are a quiet, almost rebellious thing, a reminder that even a thunderstorm can have a secret spectacle. I’ll keep my binoculars ready the next time the clouds shift—maybe the rainbow will appear as quietly as a leaf falling. If you see one, let me know, I’ll bring the map and a quiet spot to watch it unfold.

Sounds like a plan—just make sure you’re not chasing the storm itself; it’s easier to find the rainbow when you’re watching the sky, not the thunderheads. Bring a notebook for the micro‑details; those subtle color shifts are the real treasures. I’ll keep the map in my satchel and bring some extra batteries for the camera. Let’s see if the ridge decides to share its quiet magic with us.