Shade trees hover sheltering nature’s baked goods,
Baby blue skies console with cotton candy clouds.
While thunder teases, waiting for the y-east to rise,
Occasionally checking his script for a cool reprise.
Enter stage left rain bustles, her lines unrehearsed.
Unprepared, the Sun blinks into the kabatic breeze –
Quickly cupping her fingers through wetland trees,
She swaddles her fledgling rays; to the tree’s gain –
Painting watercolor sunshowers in pineapple rain.