In the town you call home, the rain has washed away what few colors were left. The bland blues, the few reds, and the calming pink. All gone, what's left is the colorless world you know, The usual black, the abundant gray, and the lonely white. As the rain falls the people run, you join them pulling out the last colorful thing you own. Its cost was high, but you paid no mind, it was worth seeing the brilliant blue that it portrayed. You hide under the old train station, and as the rain soaks into your beautiful blue umbrella, it begins to fade, as the last colorful thing around begins to dim, the sun sets, casting your world in shadows once again.
