The pool. On a Saturday. On a Saturday morning. Few people around. Sunny sky. Begins turning grey. Clouds gather. Clouds begin cracking. Then, crackling. Drops pelt the surface of the pool. You pause. Not because it’s raining. But because it’s raining silver. And then diamonds. The drops turn into little solitaires on impact with the pool water. Solemnizing the union of the water above with that below.