A yellow covered blue

Chasing the memoirs,
Digging through the cores of pleasures and the griefs,
She plunges, filtering the instances,
Aiming to sprout yet again.
Obscured, the shadows precipitate
Sometimes they sleet, 
While they often drizzle.
Was a mid-day, colored gold hue
Sensing the wet I dared to ask,
“What’s yours?” she smirked,
“I am a yellow covered in blue”