What is above the umbrellas? Nobody knows, until now. 5 minutes ago, I threw down my umbrella and started climbing the tree. I saw the sea of blue umbrellas, from my leafy-green perch. “It’s not raining, for the universal star is smiling upon me a heavenly beam of warmth.” I announced. Someone put out their hand, and upon feeling no rain, stepped from under their umbrella and declared, “The boy speaks the truth, shelter no more, good people of earth, for there is warmth hailing from the sky!” Gradually, more and more people stepped out and embraced the smiling sky.