For days nothing had peeped out of the sky. It seemed that the sun was 'bottled' away somewhere, pickled and preserved - put on a shelf in a dark corner, of a gloomy room. And that someone had kept the moon under their pillow and forgotten it there. After much gloominess,whining and song singing- finally one late afternoon, sun punctured through a little hole in the sky. Flowers smiled and the children danced across them in a rainbow. Earth glowed like a blossoming mustard field!
I second entry for this week's Illustration Friday topic - bottled