The white cloud moves in
Heavy with the promise of rain approaching
I do not fight it back
But sit and watch until the soft sound
Of the showers wash the mango
Sitting on the lawn
that has fallen from
the neighbors tree
for me to find
There is a Peace in accepting
What nature brings
So I go to smell the freshness of rain
And find 3 mangos wet and juicy
And see the silver slice of sun
trying to break on through
and I breath in the sweetness of life
