A Snail's Day

A snail made its way across the window pane and it was content.  There were no rainbows in the sky--just clouds.  It had stopped breathing in fumes long ago.  Its house was covered with leaves, just leaves.  Old leaves and new ones, mixed and tossed.  Water was everywhere, and the earth was a soft bed.  Then it began to pour.  A mudslide swallowed the house with all the leaves.  Seven hours later, the snail emerged from under the mud alone, just slowly, and the sun was shining.