The diary game: heavy Rainbow.

A thick arc of a rainbow cuts through even the busiest of storm clouds revealing its colors. There are vivid stripes of color that shimmer as they are sequenced into red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo color, and violet. The air was already humid before the rain came, and even now, there are still drops resting on some of the leaves absorbing the light. Below this strange ribbon, change comes over the scenery, shined upon by what looks like an abnormal and godly light. Sparrows that are not in the knees cannot fly but instead sit on rain bathed twigs while a low growl of thunder beckons everywhere. One can almost picture the rainbow as one of the colors makes it appear that insignificantly, the sky's contours are turned downward to the gravitational pull of the dimensional's short stature. The band does not only represent the light at the end of the tunnel in desperate times, but it also stands for the wanting beauty that comes in the wildest turns of nature, a beautiful conjunction of the light of the dawn and darkness of the dusk at peace and pandemonium.