Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art.

Sometimes our rainbows only come when we make it rain

I swear you must have a rainbow shooting out of your ass, you're so bright and shiny and wonderful.

Rain, rain, and sun! a rainbow in the sky!

Over her hung a canopy of state, Not of rich tissue, nor of spangled gold, But of a substance, though not animate, Yet of a heavenly and spiritual mould, That only eyes of spirits might behold.

God's glowing covenant.