Different Perspectives — Worm

It’s a beautiful day, pouring down with life giving rain. This fertilizer has given birth to all that lives on this planet. It purifies these lands allowing me to swim through the mud. Ecstasy.
Not only that, the park is empty. No humans around making all that ruckus disturbing my peace. When the sun shines they all seem to be out. Do all humans enjoy the same weather? They are all chasing the same sun which burns.
Well, suits me anyways. More space for me to dig and reach the heavens. God himself is crying with joy when it rains and I will gladly soak up this moment. So peaceful on the surface. I do not understand how someone could not love this weather. I do not understand why these humans cover themselves. What are they hiding from or, are they hiding something from others? Are they keeping some sort of secret that lies beneath those dazzling over garments they put on for show? I like to show my real self-off. This slimy, slender pink body of mine with perfect symmetry dazzles in the rain. All the birds want a piece of me. I am me from my beginning till my end, you won’t find anything but me.
M. S. Dawood
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