Past Glass Pavements

Here is a diary note I found from April. I publish it here so as to note it: Today is April. April showers are, predictably, showering. As I was walking I was caught out in one. Out of the blue it poured down. As I continued walking, it continued raining. Then it stopped. As quickly as it had started. I stopped. Staring at the ground, coated in a layer of fresh, unslimed water I could see a perfect reflection of the sky, like looking at a lake, or a mirror, but instead on the shoddy pavement of a street. The sky was bright blue, and full of large fluffy clouds. I pondered for a moment before realising I had broken my stride and continued on.