A prose to a rainy night

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The poem explores the colors from a rainy night in simple detail. How I see the change of rain in darkness.

A Prose to a Rainy Night
Matthew P. Haubert

The silent night rain arrives,
For some rain sooths, for some rain cries,
But always though the rain will arrive,
And remember 12 colors of which rain is derived.

Arriving first come a pigment of yellow,
Bright, vibrant, and shining smoothly mellow,
Like that of a song from strings of a cello,
Like a good fellow, the color of yellow.

Now a tint of red, turning to orange citrus rain,
A visual which tends to poison with pain,
Truth be told when they say orange will turn on insane,
The citrusy hue now above my eyes plain.

Pouring down now rapidly red rain begins,
Pumping like blood, quietly from your skin,
As red is the color of passion and sin,
Now the color of red has placed its spin.

Hurrying away the red rain turns to green,
Nourishing natures natural cream,
The green hue this night sooths it so seems,
Like a dark green wondrous, beautiful doll figurine.

Now subsequently late the green turns heavy brown,
Thudding, vibrantly, heavily to the ground,
Causing the loudest most ever annoying sound,
The color brown has now the thunderous crown.

As the thuds subside now, the ground now bleeds,
The red tint has returned, planting its violent seeds,
And growing graphically, explicitly like wild weeds,
The color red continues to ultimately exceed and succeed.

Violet has come! Lies from above!
The derived from red who has been rid of,
And sweetly secretly flees by like a dove,
With the violent lie and mischievous love.

Now heavy violet is no longer, the teal now burns the sky,
A true sight to see, from a newborns eyes,
The teal of rain bright, light, and slowly dyes,
The teal, the color of truth and no lies.

Though now the teal darkens to a short down blue,
Depressingly, so slow, the blue spreads like plagueous flu,
Consumes, takes over, and attempts to control you,
The color of blue, kills and trys to imbue.

Quick! Now deathly, dark, disastrous black!
The nasty rain has finally come back,
A horrendous color, with a devilish pact,
The color of black, the rain clicks and clacks.

Oddly the black turns low, becomes pale white,
Chilly the truth you regain your sight,
No longer your worries of rain non white,
The rain of white, finally now you may end this night.