Logophobia

Wax me purple,
Truss me up in green,
Feeding on the colors of white,
Dissasembling those that might,
Injure me.

Wading in rain is wrong,
Should never be done,
Or thought, or sung.

But wading in rain,
Washes your soul,
Brightens your ears,
But for a lull;

And lightning,
Sears your mind,
Bringing peace.