Red, Green and Blue

The clouds obscure the sky. It smells like rain.
Lit by a lazy sun, the daylight scatters
and paints the world dark greys. Their murky reign
appears complete. No other color matters.

The reds, the greens, the blues: how sad their state.
Desaturated, dull, monochromatic.
Resigned, it seems, to their ignoble fate,
they're rescued by a sudden burst of static

as lightning overwhelms the greys' defense.
Ignites the very air, divine creation.
One second to rekindle every sense,
reminding every color of its station.

God's waters break, the sky no longer dark.
Reborn, the colors draw a rainbow arc.