The Boy with The Glass Umbrella...

He felt like Royalty 👑 wearing Purple.

He staggered,

Between

Colorful Rain, and

Yellowstone

Crossroads,

With barely

Any waterless

Land…

He stood beneath

The Bus-stop🚏…

With a Glass Umbrella-

All of a sudden,

There was a

Burst of

Trepidation,

Raised with a

Passionate vibration

Of Red…

He accepted

The Energy 🔋

Of each

Color 🎨 of the precipitation.

Thereupon,

He reached his motherland,

And couldn't help

But marvel 💭

Was the Orange

A color

Of mystery,

Because of the

Yellow and Red

Energy?

He Questioned the universe:

Would I be healed and

Able to Gather

Intrepidness from,

The True Blue?

He asked, How about the power

Of Black? Does it show intelligence?

Will I Beam Lucky 🍀 with

Green, while Feeling

High Energy 🔋…

He Questioned all of these things, and he was Blessed ~
Delicate, and Inviting, With the hues of Pink…💖

He Enjoyed the Knowledge of the Lacquers 🎨

All the while Still Standing with his Glass Umbrella, he Smiled.

😉