The Wonderful Mud

Puddle boots on and rained coats donned, two girls are well protected from the rainy elements.
“Psh… Who needs make-up?”
“Not me!”
The ten year olds travel along the side of the car, crouching near a puddle nestled in the driveway. Dipping their hands in to the gushing ooze, it turns colors at their finger tips.
“Ellie, watch this. All we need comes from nature!”
Her fingers are lifted from the colorful mess to her face and gently trace the space between her eye and eyebrow. The stroke leaves an elegant tone of brown which naturally accentuates the color of her eyes. The girls continue to embellish themselves until their faces are covered with mud art. Laughter chimes through the air as they see their reflections, they prance along in the puddles, through the wet grass linking arms and waving their hands through the air. The mud had brought them beauty, a part of nature usually avoided, but even it had contributed to that morning’s delight.