After the rain, when the sun returned, the trees turned gold reflecting it's rays.
The sun, from the far horizon was playing with them, washing just the tops of the trees in light.
Then across the sky appeared a rainbow.
The trees brushed with gold were forgotten. The rainbow was now queen.
The clouds that had filled the sky earlier sulked huddled together on the horizon.
Even as the sun disappeared below the horizon and the sky began to change into it's night attire, the rainbow remained. She had waited patiently for her time to be centre stage and she would remain there as long as she could.