Its all about the perspective

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Commercial Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
it depends upon us ourselves to turn a gloomy situation to our liking. or if things turn out the way they do, we should look deeper instead of smiling away ignorantly!

Submitted: April 14, 2010

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it was a stormy night, black clouds loomed over head. Flash after flash of lightening forks lit the sky showing glimpses of the hidden heaven. The trees bowed down while small shrubs tried to seek refuge from the relentless rain. The birds sat int he trees getting soaked and whimpering while a rat loses its new borns into the swishing gutter. The booming thunder and the crashing of old trees frighten the young children out of their wits making them run off intot he safe embrace of their mothers.

The magician rose over the horizon, his silver hair flying over his shoulders, the cae flapping through the air. Air swirled around his person as if his opponent were blowin air at him, determined to see his downfall. Suddenly the grim set expression of his face changes and a smile lightens the mouth. The lips pull back and a gleaming set of pearl white teeth are revealed. The eyes crinkle up at the corners forming crowsfeet. Among the howling wind, gloomy clouds and thrashing wind it shines out like a new born sun - progressively getting brighter. With a swish of his staff, the world looks better.

The rain comes down as a blessing. The onlooker's breath stops as he gazes over the widespread glory. The trees stand erect and strong after the hard ordeal. The shrubs and grasses lay themselves out, proudly displaying their fine greenery and freshness. The flowers don on their best attire and pose for the rainbow. The children getting over their initial fright run out laughing cheerfully and are seen riding their fathers shoulders reaching out for the sky. The birds sing merrily hoping from one branch to another poking beaks into the rich fruit laden thick boughs.

shaking off their differences; man, animal, plant, universe become one enjoying and appreciating the blessings sent their way. the clouds part a little and the rainbow peaks through, the promise of a brigther future hidden within it.

.........the magician leaves his post, unnoticed, unacknowledged and retires off to his safe haven only to come out the next time when a gloomy clouds hangs overhead..........


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