A World of Color

Skittles come in many colors The windows are covered with shudders Children run to the door when they hear their mothers One is indigent one is opulent but they’re still brothers The rain falls on all It does not discriminate It does not procrastinate Could it be a rain date? The sun does not have an obligation to shine On you are me It shines when it shines Simply because it is free Yes this may sound good in theory and rhyme But a skittles world Could be yours and mine