Double Rainbow at Burning Man

During the storm on that first day at Burning Man I was enjoying myself immensely. It was ridiculously crazy, the wind threatened to blow away tents and I was helping secure tent poles with ropes as they pulled and thrashed against my grip. The rain was turning everything into a muddy nightmare and I was soaked attempting to cover our women's tent with a massive tarp. I was shivering and laughing at the unruly play of the elements. And just as soon as it had started it stopped and we were rewarded with the double rainbow and beams of light landing upon the playa like crystal shafts. Of course, everywhere could be heard the question "What does it mean?" and the answer was definitely something like "You crazy mofos are blessed!"