"The sky was getting lighter still. It had gone from a deep navy into grey and lighter blue, and now the blue was getting brighter, poking through from behind the rain clouds, turning pink just above the mountain tops in the distance. Day was breaking. Before I even had time for my next thought, it was as if a giant knife slashed through the clouds to let the yolk of the sun pour through, running over the mountains and bathing everything in the brightest, deepest, most vivid orange. Raindrops shimmered in thick liquid bronze and I found myself standing on top of a mountain made of gold. The fire of the rising sun painted the retreating night sky with pinks and purples, plush like giant rose petals. The rain was still coming down, and as I looked up to the clouds I noticed something. A rainbow was starting to form in the sky behind me. I watched it carve its coloured path through the blue, arched up high, and it didn’t stop. There was no ground below it because of the deep rocky ravine, so the rainbow just carried on until it was a complete ring. A perfect circle! It was like a dream.