8 Colors

It pours
He runs away
Scared, anxious
His black umbrella released
His footsteps, rushing to the sheltered corner
Just around the street

They laugh and dance
Right under its drops
As it pours
And paints beautiful artwork on their white canvas-like clothes
He watches them from distance
Afraid to approach

It pours more
His world stops as fear takes over
His tears race down his cheeks
Shivers down his spine
Afraid it would stain his fair white clothes
He runs away

It still pours
The rain of 8 colors
He protects his world of black and white
As he runs away


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