A Dragonfly once flew up on its whispery wings to the azure sky that caught in the emptiness of time after a crazy rainstorm disillusioned it, to greet the Sun peeking through scraps of ebony clouds.
A euphoric Sun mixed gold dust to an ethereal orange on its palette, and blew the sibyllic mist on the giggly, gossamer wings of the Dragonfly.
And lo, tiny sparkling rainbow drops started dancing on the dreaming consciousness of the rain-wet earth!