headlights shine like diamonds

The unseasonal rain had been threatening all day. Rumbles of thunder sounding at a distance, jangles of bass vibrating on the edges of the horizon. Now the rain poured like the heavens had been ripped open. Big, fat drops of rain pelted the cars, the street, the plants that were shutting down for the coming winter.

The city asleep, gleamed like a jewel. The street lights and stop lights shone brilliantly, despite the rain. The streets, saturated with water, reflected the every light like a mirror. The reflection of the street lights stretched out on the streets like unrolled ribbon. Red, green and gold, the street looked more like a wrapped Christmas present than a place to drive.

The downpour continued until dawn broke, gray and foggy, the streets still shining with the last rain of fall.