Untrue Sky

Blood sun rising
in the morning.

As the day goes on,
sky turns from blue
to cold, steel gray.

Clouds pass overhead,
light as lamb's wool
and thick as stone.

Blue peeks through them
'till all is clear
but for small wisps.

Sun shines through leaves
creating shapes.

Suddenly rain
starts flowing down.

No clouds are seen,
yet rain still falls.

Lasting minutes
and then no more.

Still no clouds here,
just clear bluee sky.

I do not trust
this untrue sky.