The day was sunny, the sky was full of beautiful,
puffy clouds of the kind you see in paintings.
During my break I went out for a walk, a nice breeze
pushing the clouds eastward, towards us. I knew
it would be likely to rain before I got home.
The sun did hold until I got downtown,
its rays bending and bouncing around the clouds
that had converged over the evening commuters.
The rain started to fall as I was riding the bus home.
A real gully washer, it only lasted a few
minutes and, by the time I was dropped off
at the corner, I was greeted by the sun.