A rainbow of gratitude*

I wore the orange skirt and the red sandals.
I became a rainbow.
I don't wait for the rain to come out.
I respond to every weather gift.

The sun makes me pink.
The clouds turn me blue.
The wind transforms me into yellow.

A garland of black is always hanging loose in between.
Scattering fear or embarrassment or sadness.

I take a comb and I change the garland's shape.
I know how to give it new looks.
And this stylistic skill makes my colours more shining.

*I dedicate this short story to the participants at the yesterday's "Athens Live with Awareness, Courage and Love Meetup" who created beautiful weather in my soul :)