Colors rained from the sky once again.
The vibrant cascades flowed earthbound and covered 
The land.  After, the world reveals itself again.
This colored rain had painted a new picture of the country

Red helps alleviate those despising the change.
The crimson skirts playfully about the ground
And mimics a flame, warming the landscape
With her presence and her animation.
The bold hue, by catching even the subtlest of glances,
Helps comfort the ones least favoring the avalanche of colors.

The Maroons are mixed between the flames, reminding
us that all silver clouds have grey lining. For every piece of 
Beauty that is created, some lesser bits are also created.
But why not? Beauty can be found in negative spaces.
And fittingly, these lesser colors are alluring in themselves,
Accenting the others and holding the eyes of passersby.

Orange and Yellow gild all else that is left unscathed,
And adds more beauty and value than that of gold.
These bittersweet brothers dance in the wind with
All who care to join, only to flee when dusk arrives.
Yellow and Orange copy the sun with their tones, but
Fall short on only providing warmth when the daylight hides.

This tapestry shows the country in a new light
but they all fade away to white in the end. They leave
no trace, no impression.  They go into hiding until the
time is right for them to rain down once more.