Later, I walk outside in the blue rain.
It is a blue broken only by the yellow of interior house lamps, the pink of street lights, the red glow of the exit sign in a church window, and the white LED lights worshipping around a statue of the Virgin Mary.
Soon the exteriors of the dogs and I glisten with the myriad hues and we become kaleidoscopic pedestrians walking on glass.
Until upon our return to shelter, the towel wipes the sheen from us. Dryer now but without reflection, we step across the threshold, a trio of orphaned chameleons.
