was she my aunt ann reincarnated

she was purple and black with silver streaks of anger we saw her rising above the crowd and felt her wrath a cantankerous balloon, she is, she cannot be satisfied This was stated by more than one person I could not help but wonder if it was my Aunt Ann reincarnated She was the grouchiest, meanest being I have ever met And I have met several grumps and rumps in my day I watched the balloon rise above the crowd As she traveled over the woods, the timbers turned black the crowd began to cheer, for we were all lighter now optimism and joy returned the minute she lifted up over the trees