Finally Indigo spoke，much more quietly than all the others，but with just as much determination：“Think of me.I am the color of silence.You hardly notice me，but without me you all become superficial.I represent thought and reflection，twilight and deep water.You need me for balance and contrast，for prayer and inner peace.”
And so the colors went on boasting，each convinced of his or her own superiority.Their quarreling became louder and louder.Suddenly there was a startling flash of bright lightening，thunder rolled and boomed.Rain started to pour down relentlessly.The colors crouched down in fear，drawing close to one another for comfort.