No Rainbows Under the Brolly

Rainbow: (in an exaggerated stage whisper) "The sky's end is notably damp today, I mustn't trip over a cloud!"

The spritely arc contemplates.

Puddle: "Why bother with hues when I reflect all the hues extravagantly?"

A proud puddle, reflecting on reflection.

Sunbeam: "Is it past noon already? My golden tan is in jeopardy!"

A harried sunbeam ponders overexposure.

Raindrop: "Do we really need seven friends to make a point?"

One thoughtful droplet questions teamwork.

Cloud: "Take my vaporous word, this is a mist of a situation."

Wisdom from a weathered cloud.

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