I'm standing in the back doorway of my childhood home looking out. There are two people sitting at a wooden picnic table in the backyard, in front of me and slightly to my right. One is a man and one is a much older woman.
I look at the sky in the west, while the sun is setting in the opposite direction in the east.* The view is amazing. There is much moisture in the sky. I see a rainbow in front of a line of white clouds. The rainbow itself is straight, not curved. And in front of that I see floating islands of dark grey clouds with long, smokey tendrils hanging down. And I can see volumes of sudden, intermittent heavy rain, too.
I call out to the two people, "Sudden downpours are coming!" But they carry on talking as if I they didn't hear me.
And then the rain does come, heavy and pounding, so I step all the way inside and close the door.
* Apparently, the entire house and the land it's on is turned around in the opposite direction. Or the sun really does set in the east in this dream world!