There are days you black
Like the raging storm of night
Scrambles and shatters left in your wake
There are days you grey
Like the cloudy sky before it rains
Little rumbles and cracks
Then serenity pours as you rain
There are days you white
Like the dazzling moon amid the plain dark sky
Like the snow that covers a scorched field
Restoring the damage done and washing away the pain caused.
White is my best hue of you.