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BUTTERFLY IN THE RAIN If you read my poems I’m sure you can tell by the words I use how often my child and adult are uniting… but there are times, like today, when the adult in me takes a break and I let my child do the writing. It’s not that I don’t appreciate his input (yes this is his child speaking) It’s just that sometimes I’m not after the same answers he is seeking. Take today for instance…outside it started to sprinkle and as I watched a butterfly visit flowers in this part of her domain…. I stopped to ask that butterfly, “Where do you go when it rains”. I’m pretty sure the adult in me knew the answer (There’s a book about butterflies he keeps upon the shelf) but I preferred to get my information from the butterfly herself. She said, “I usually looks for safe and dry places…the same places I like to sleep at night In a hollow of a tree, under leaves…somewhere I can protect my leaves for flight.” As the rain came down a little harder…she said, “Come and follow me!” then she flew and found some refuge in a nearby blue spruce tree. She said, “We butterflies are lucky…Mother Nature has provided us a brain… that allows us to find natural umbrellas that shelter us from the rain”. As we spoke I couldn’t help but notice…although the rain had filled the sky the needles she chose to hide under protected this butterfly. She looked at me and smiled…the from the lips of the smartest butterfly I’ve ever met… She said, “I notice how I’m up here high and dry…while you’re down there getting wet.” I admit I felt a little embarrassed…when with laughter she couldn’t contain… that little butterfly stopped to ask me…”Where do I go in the rain?” Then she said, “It doesn’t matter…you are soaking wet I see… and since it’s still raining why don’t you come and share this tree with me.” So there I sat under the blue spruce tree…conversing with a butterfly while the rain fell all around me…and only one of us was dry. The adult in me would not have wanted to get wet… would not have followed that butterfly into that blue spruce tree… but this soaking wet child couldn’t help but think there is no place I’d rather be..

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BUTTERFLY IN THE RAIN

BUTTERFLY IN THE RAIN If you read my poems I’m sure you can tell by the words I use how often my child and adult are uniting… but there are times, like today, when the adult in me takes a break and I let my child do the writing. It’s not that I don’t appreciate his input (yes this is his child speaking) It’s just that sometimes I’m not after the same answers he is seeking. Take today for instance…outside it started to sprinkle and as I watched a butterfly visit flowers in this part of her domain…. I stopped to ask that butterfly, “Where do you go when it rains”. I’m pretty sure the adult in me knew the answer (There’s a book about butterflies he keeps upon the shelf) but I preferred to get my information from the butterfly herself. She said, “I usually looks for safe and dry places…the same places I like to sleep at night In a hollow of a tree, under leaves…somewhere I can protect my leaves for flight.” As the rain came down a little harder…she said, “Come and follow me!” then she flew and found some refuge in a nearby blue spruce tree. She said, “We butterflies are lucky…Mother Nature has provided us a brain… that allows us to find natural umbrellas that shelter us from the rain”. As we spoke I couldn’t help but notice…although the rain had filled the sky the needles she chose to hide under protected this butterfly. She looked at me and smiled…the from the lips of the smartest butterfly I’ve ever met… She said, “I notice how I’m up here high and dry…while you’re down there getting wet.” I admit I felt a little embarrassed…when with laughter she couldn’t contain… that little butterfly stopped to ask me…”Where do I go in the rain?” Then she said, “It doesn’t matter…you are soaking wet I see… and since it’s still raining why don’t you come and share this tree with me.” So there I sat under the blue spruce tree…conversing with a butterfly while the rain fell all around me…and only one of us was dry. The adult in me would not have wanted to get wet… would not have followed that butterfly into that blue spruce tree… but this soaking wet child couldn’t help but think there is no place I’d rather be..