She knew, from the way they looked at her, that this had been a mistake. They did not want to cry.
But she felt that the little line of white, sometimes ridged with smoked purple, and all that cream-shot saffron would never drift across any western sky except that in back of this house. The rain would drum with as sweet a dullness nowhere but here. The birds on South Park were mechanical birds, no better than the poor caught canaries in those “rich” women’s sun parlors
Dose it mean that the sound of rain anywhere but here is sad?
And do you know the meaning of "cream-shot saffron"? Dose it just a metaphor but I dont know what is like "cream-shot saffron"?
This passage is from a short story named : Home by Gwendolyn Brooks