A 14-line Shakespearean sonnet that portrays rain as diamonds and bright coins poured freely from the Rain-God’s hand.

These priceless jewels flash briefly on skin and stone, impossible to grasp or hoard, yet in their falling they crown every person (rich or poor) with sudden, equal wealth.

The poem celebrates the fleeting, unearned generosity of rain: a momentary coronation that leaves the whole world richer and every beggar, for one shining instant, royal.

The Rain-God lifts one hand; the heavens part
And down they come, bright coins from unseen mints,
Cut diamonds torn from daylight’s hidden heart
That flash and vanish ere the eyelid winks.
They strike the cheek like sudden wealth bestowed,
Cold fire that melts the instant it is given;
No purse can hold them, yet the whole road
Is paved with fleeting gems no king has striven
To own. A moment only do they lie
In glittering ruin on the skin, the stone,
Then slip to earth and leave the thirsty sky
More generous than any earthly throne.
So falls the rain: unearned, uncounted, free—
And every beggar wears a crown from heaven’s sea.