A friend of ours has all these great stories and fairytale like explanations for everyday things her mother when she was child, one of which is that the little oil or petrol marks on the road after the rain is where a rainbow ended. It's such a nice idea finding the beauty in something that is essentially dirty. I liked the idea so much I've told Moo the same thing, not sure if my story telling is as good though. But yes we are the daughter and mother crouched in the gutter with our umbrella's looking at rainbow marks on the road. They really are quite pretty.
