Writers' Choice

Writers' Choice: Lines of rhythmic beauty : "They were pearls round Mother Nature's neck. The sky was gloomy as was my mood. It had been raining. I went outside not for the fun of it..."

They were pearls round Mother Nature's neck.  The sky was gloomy as was my mood. It had been raining. I went outside not for the fun of it but just to give me a boost. At such times, you cannot but help being but yourself, because it's Mother Nature conspiring to take you by the collar. I am susceptible to cold and cough. But my spirit got the better of me and I decided to take myself out without an umbrella. I was being completely with myself. No phone calls, occasional smiles, the pitter- patter of the rain and then as I rested my heavy self on a slab, I looked up to see the beauty Mother Nature thankfully presented. A plant with drops of rain on the edge of its leaves. Nothing new to nature lovers. No, not even me. But there it was revealing itself to me-- my beauty. I was there just in time to get the glimpse. The fading light would not have allowed me to participate in full measure had I been late, or had I allowed my mind to continue being clouded. There they wer