It was only for a minute or two. The rain had started earlier and, well, that means cloud cover.
But I went outside anyway and peeking through the upper branches of the old oak tree was something reddish. And round.
I turned off the outside lights and moved to see the thing more clearly.
It was round and red and big. It seemed to sit on the ridge over which it was rising. It hovered there, clear of the clouds and surrounded by stars. The color oscillated at the edges. One second it showed yellow edging, the next it was deep red. It was glorious.
Then it disappeared.
The rain was coming again and, well, that means cloud cover.