The downpour is always good. It makes you feel clean and thankfully out with your entire vent up anger. The crackling sky with gallons of water washing down the parched leaves seems refreshing. While I at times also do run out do feel a few splashing drops all coming down as some invisible saucer from a distant land to drench you happily and transform into that long forgotten joys of a kid.
The tempest cleared it all. Almost like Miranda’s first seeing of Ferdinand. To know the unknown and to explore beyond the limitations and built in boundaries. A life is all about creating your own island, yet which reaches out to the distant. But at times there are moments when everything freezes and life is all about confusion.
The scrutiny continues, yet the results seem so blurred. It’s the dream; I guess which makes you take your steps. The sparkles of the diamond ring remains. A girl’s best friend is a diamond ……..but what if it is given by her best friend. Who’s BEST then? The diamond or the person? Or is the materialistic charm that can over shadow the personal? Is the diamond really needed?
A long and nice walk to the local store to get a talcum powder is more than touching. A metallic one might do the same stint what a diamond cannot, if the spark does not arise between the eyes …….the diamond is too mellowed I presume.
It’s an adorable gesture to reach out to the soul. A soul that is already reached and held dear………has the sparkle. So, who needs the diamond? I have it already. I am the richest and happiest. I have you, the mega sized diamond!!! The one with the sparkle and much more.
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"I wondered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils" Wordsworth
