The weather felt nice, that morning.
Phì kept walking up and down a leaf with her head up staring at the pinkish hues that the clouds had decided to grace her with that day.
"Come on…"
She worriedly muttered.
"Only one, only one rainbow! I neeeeeed it…"
The morning breeze answered her with a quiet lullaby carried by the wind, mocking her.
"I wasn't talking to you!" The fairy retorted. "I'm trying to plea with the King! I neeeeeed that rainbow! I need it for my painting!"
The wind once again blew in her direction before finally accepting that the headstrong fae wasn't going to desist that easily.
Suddenly it rose up, disappearing behind the clouds. A couple of moments later, rain started pouring, water that would soon fill springs, lakes and rivers. But more importantly, rain that reflecting towards the sky would produce the most delightful of rainbows, filling little Phì's heart with glee.
"See you old loaf? Was it that haaaaard?"