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Color the Storm

Color the sky red, paint the stars blue,

melt the wax to the grass mix the hues in blushes of

purple and screams of neon green. Flash lightning by yellows

and blacks to the chalky grey. Let rain tumble and

pour neon rose, glowing teal, and orange burnt

dark and brown as shadows drape every tree. Shining and

shading pine green and florescent pink branches cover the

now golden and auburn sky, making shadows the light of the dark.

Puddles of sun drop golden rod lay by the fallen and charred maroon

and bubblegum leaves. The pools of gold run emerald to

pass through roots of trees turning silver and black. A sun

glowing white destroys blue crystal clouds, leaving

soft grey skies and drying grass to a harsh black with colorless

highlights of charcoal. As the last green drop fades silver,

a colorless rainbow spreads, leaving the world

cold and hot to the sight to the touch.

Now all that's left is the memory

of when we colored the storm.