He announces the rain or the good weather before they are even there. Flee from me, I follow you, it moves back as soon as we approach it. Unattainable, elusive, it changes color and offers us magical shows. Do you know it? It is the Horizon, poetry of every moment. I drew with felt-tip pens a gradient with colours bright, which intertwines pinks, oranges and purples to form a pretty rainbow.