That moment of perfection
It’s a perfect day.A rare occasion when peace and tranquility are your guardian angels.The silver clouds are roaring in the background and the sky glitters like a dazzling gem. The rain is falling with steadfast speed and my skin is parched in moisture.My face is covered with natural pearls. The feeling is unreal. It’s divine. I close my eyes and listen to the sights and sounds of nature.The roaring clouds sound magical to me, as if they were playing rock music. The glistening diamonds thatFall on the parched earth make their own formations. I look at them and see different figures in them. They beautify your being.The wet winds have soaked my soul. And in that moment I feel one with the spiritual being.That moment of glory is mine.I walk stealthily lest nature stops playing its gameThat magical moment when calm and quiet bestows you with graceThat magical moment when your surroundings absorb you unto themselves.This moment of perfection is mine.