Riddle: I appear after the rain, shining bright with colors seven, Arching high up in the sky, like a bridge to heaven. What am I?

Riddle: I’m loud and make a booming sound, you hear me after light, During storms, I crash and roar, giving some a fright. What am I?

Riddle: I can be bright and flashy, a streak across the sky, I come with thunder often, lighting up the night. What am I?

Riddle: You open me up when the sky is grey, I keep you dry as you walk your way. What am I?

Riddle: I I’m a special coat you wear when rain begins to pour, With me, you stay dry and warm, even if it storms more. What am I?