premise: It looked as if sunlight that had been stored in the sky begging to be let out . It was late afternoon ; the winter sun angles low , casting beautifully elongated shadows . The sun was piercing through storm clouds and when I glanced up at the hills , there was a mighty rainbow . It was so clear , so real and so close that I felt as if I could drive up to Mount Osmond , open the window , stretch my arm out , and feel the essence of rainbow flowing between my fingers . What kind of weather pattern might have I had ?
hypothesis: i might have had a tornado come through .