It's Black

The world is black,
I hear it
The rain,
It feels cool on my skin,
A contrast to the heat of the night,

It's black,
But I hear the rain,
It hits the street in a symphany of color,
Hot pinks and lime greens wash over my bare feet,
Then... I feel it,

It's black,
But the rain pours down in color,
It hits the pavement like the cane to a dance floor,
The beat carries itself like a showman tipping his tophat,
I feel it on the back of my neck,

This rhythmn,
It sends shocks through the darkness,
Fusia flashes across the street,
Clashing with a drop that bled cyan,
The rain bleeds through the darkness,

I can feel it,
A drop hits my shoulder
And lime green slides down my skin,
This rhythm sings to me,
I can see it in the ripples of the rain,

It's black,
With the brightest of colors falling from the sky,
I am drenched with them
As my feet move through the painted street,
It is intoxicating,

This rhythmn,
I can feel it,
It's black,
But colors bleed from the darkness,
I am drenched with them,

As I dance in the rain.