50 Word Stories: Colourless

I stand in the middle of an open field waiting, always waiting.
Arms extended, I spin and twirl and fall hoping for silver raindrops, porcelain snowflakes, or even the delicate pink of a Cherry Blossom tree to fall upon my skin.
I seek some colour in this colourless world. Any.

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