Living in the country in the middle of the Midwest, when I walk out my door I can see for miles in all directions. Miles of flat land punctuated by farmhouses and silos, trees and grain elevators. We don’t have mountains and valleys, no Grand Canyon, few rolling hills, few acres of forest and, except for the coast along the Great Lakes, no miles of shoreline. But while people don’t generally come to the Midwest for the landscape, what they might want to come see is the sky. Without mountains to box us in or walls of forest around us, we see wall to wall open sky.
All that sky means the best views for sunrises and sunsets.
We can see rain fall miles away and watch storms as they rage across the heavens.
Other days clouds trail wisps above us.
You might say the rainbow ends here.