Gazing delightedly at the dark clouds
She said, “Look! Blue rain is about to fall!”
Silly girl, we chided.
Didn’t she know that rain had no colour?
Lost in her own mind, she was
Always seeing color where there was none-
Purple trees, ashen flowers, green tongues
But the most striking was the red grass;
“Crimson,” She would whisper
“Spattered all over the earth.”
“Crimson.” She would shudder
“Crimson rivers flow through the lands.”
So it was no surprise
When she called the rain blue.
But floating through the brazen skies
The rain did fall blue.