A Butterfly in the Rain

Day after day, we wake up from our beds,

We shake off the sleep,

Our good mornings are said,

We tackle the day the same as before

Approaching our chores with aplomb and decor.

It's all a routine, everyday nothing new,

Then one day it rains.

Oh dear - that's not dew!

We go on with our day - what choice do we have?

A butterflies job keeps many alive.

One flit to one flower is all that it takes,

The rain drops are hard

The wind gives me shakes.

But I fight through the grey and lowering skies

I beat off the wet, I cover my eyes.

But the rain is too hard and the air is too wet,

I sink under the weight, I'm drenched and upset.

I'm just a butterfly, dammit, flying's my skill,

I guess I'll just head home to watch Netflix and chill.

Carol H. DUMAURIER