Colour

It was four in the afternoon. I was feeling blue. I was sitting on my pale green rocking chair outside the front of my brown stone house. The sky was turning to a dark grey colour. The street was deserted. The houses along the street were lit up like the bright yellow sun. Small droplets of water were hitting the sticky black asphalt. Dark purple thunderous clouds were settling in, preparing for the inevitable light show.
The droplets of rain grew heavier and heavier. I could feel the cool breeze blowing towards me. The temperature was dropping and my cheeks were turning bright red. I couldn’t believe my eyes, bright yellow sparks of lightning struck across the dark grey sky. I looked over to the road. There was a little brown dog, wondering towards me. I ran down my front porch steps and onto the luscious green nature- strip grass.
I approached the dog with caution and stepped onto the wet black road. The dog looked at me with its sad dark brown eyes. I smiled. I kneeled down and held out my hand to the dog. Its wet black nose touched the knuckles of my hand. Its light pink tongue started licking me. I felt warm inside. I felt bright and yellow. I felt happy.

-Cassie (Twiggy)