The Color of Rain

Sometimes I fail to see beauty in life,

The colors dim, the haze grows rife,

So I turn to an oft shunned mate,

Born to a loneliness I can relate,

A downpour of rhythm fills the air,

We dance and revel without a care,

Your touch invigorates all in view,

Infusing color and texture into,

Even concrete, worn from stress,

Appears anew with your caress,

The sky is grey, but the world bright,

As you skip and sing to our delight,

Let the others bask on clearer days,

They can have their overrated rays,

You may think me a touch insane,

But I always prefer the colors of rain.