Painted Raindrops

Water falling from the golden honey celestial sphere

not gray, not silver and not clear like pewter.

The clouds not foggy and fluffy like newborn snowflakes

from blue to yellow, yellow to red, red to orange.

As the empyrean changes like a multicolored world

the mineral drops are yellow, red and orange like flaming fire.

No paint required, no canvas needed

only nature's palette of oil pastels to decorate the land.

Tumbling like blocks of a tower

to destroy the earth with summer shades.

Now the grass is dandelion yellow

the sky is orange like tangerines

and the clouds are hot crimson red.