Every cloud has a silver lining

I'm as dry as dust.

A dragonfly, a brilliant blue jewel.

Steal someone's thunder

He was wearing a blue straw hat with a drooping, exhausted brim.

Sherwood Forest was a monster, ready to gobble the boy up.

Outside, the birds were celebrating.

The topmost bowl filled with a jumble of big wooden spoons and forks like dry bleached bones.

Across the pond, a bullfrog spoke a deep note of warning.