Como por arte de Magica

I felt world class as I sat in the cane chair of my balcony, propped comfortably against two cushions, waiting for day to break. The rain poured, each strand of water drenching everything in its stead. The leaves were painted a new colour and there was only the call of two cuckoos in the distance. And I had absolutely nothing to complain about. I just sat there as my mind flew into oblivion.

I watched the clouds change shape. One piece of cloud almost looked like a person with arms wide open; to enthuse the rays of the sun to play with it while it coloured the rims of the clouds an orangish- golden hue. The sun did peep through for a minute but was soon blanketed by a layer of grey clouds. My world seemed to start and end there, so awestruck was I during this enchanting, mesmerizing, mystic moment.