narrative+writing

It had rained for many days before, but now it had stopped. The clouds still filled the dark and gloomy skies. It was sunrise and the sun was peeking out of the clouds. Far to the left, I saw something, with color brighter than the heavens and darker than the depths of an ocean. It was called a rainbow. It made me fell warm and cozy inside. My mother and I said, "It is the most beautiful thing in the world!" Later, it had sadly faded away.