It was a little past midnight,

the raindrops continued
to tap on my roof made from blue Zinc sheet.

I looked outside, the

rain beads on the window pane splash and fall.
A pale shimmer of moonlight
cast a faint glow upon the fields
a flush of weeds had begun to turn green
It was Spring again.

I tiptoed from my room downstairs towards
the wall of stones near my house. 

I jumped down from the wall in to my neighbor’s yard.
The ripe Pomelos hung from its branches. 
I twisted it off the branch and threw a few 
over to the other side of the wall.
This afternoon, I lie on my backyard and
my mouth waters as I remember 
The Pomelo that I had last eaten
in the warm afternoon Sun.