Rainbow - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Rainbow draw yourself upon this blessed sky; bring the colours that spark a wonder that stays within. Show me the red that is proud of its vivid shine and the purple that brings a regality over each person regardless of status. Rainbow be the doorway in which all around you is home, a place the soul feels both free and safe.
Come rainbow to make your arch upon the sky, to make your picture where there is no canvas and bring joy without a single word. Come rainbow into this bold blue air and stretch to those clouds that are so pristine in the rays of a new day. Come rainbow and show your colours as pretty as any firework, yet in ways that stay for far longer and in your subtle ways.
The rainbow is God's graffiti, drawn with random perfection into any dreary sky. It is there when the rain comes, a sort of optical joke to lift our spirits, letting us know that even on our grey days the boldest of colours can leap
Colours arc into a bold sky, stretching as open hands reaching for the sun-kissed rain. I watch and allow my spirit to fly to the peak and glide down the other side toward the horizon, my feet may be right here in the puddle-adorned street, but my imagination needs all this room to play. Perhaps one day soon I'll see a double rainbow, twin arches into that silver-velvet above, I hope so, I really do.
Today the land herself is a rainbow, as if by divine artistic hand. The rock is a subtle hue of baby pink beneath a band of sky as golden as the sun. Above that is a perfect daydream blue, decorated with wisps of brilliant cloud.
Give me a rainbow and I care not for the dull mutterings of those who seek the lower podium of normality. It is the firework without smoke, the arc without structure, an order born of chaotic drops from chaotic clouds and a flood of light rays. Yet together they make that arch of every colour that uplifts the soul.
Through the mist there came a startling band of colors hung in the sky. The newcomers were cautious. They sniffed at the moisture laden air unsure if the scent of dense foliage and the leaf litter of the forest floor as a bad thing or not. As a precaution they put on their personal shields and edged closer to the apparition. Was it a sign of welcome? A gate perhaps into the indigenous civilization? It was so hard to tell. The shades were unfamiliar to them and had no names in their language. It did not occur to them that it could be a natural phenomena and instead they set about trying to find a technological explanation with their scanners.