It is raining without a cloud in the sky:

The puddles are still

For brief moments before shattering

From rain that comes from nowhere.

Diamond drops materialize,

Reflecting blue heavens overhead,

Driving people to the comfort of umbrellas

They thought of abandoning at home.

Mist rises through passing wheels,

Clouds gathering on roads, hiding the way ahead.

The sun is out and lays its hand on everything,

Sliding its fingers into each street’s gutter

And into the groove of every tire

To illuminate the water trapped within.

The bright light shines clear and strong,

It is raining without a cloud in the sky.