I cannot show you what my favorite color is for my favorite color is one that must be experienced.
Only when the rain has fallen for days can one know the true beauty of my favorite color yet to see this beauty, one can not any longer hear the downpour pattering off the roof because the sound has been drowned out by the splashing of the many raindrops in the newly-formed puddles outside.
To see this color of mine, the rain must cease so one can venture outside and glimpse the vibrant rainbow winking once at all the people below. Then, one needs to stand barefoot in the center of a pillowy clover patch still cold from the earlier precipitation.
Once all these conditions are met, one should inhale air in long greedy draughts. The sweet prickly sensation tingling one's nostrils, when the rain has ended and the lush moist ground is beneath one's toes, is my favorite color.