A Presence of Rain

A butterfly alit nearby
To register her sharp disdain
Of being stuck in a Southern town
With such a paucity of rain

A winsome Mexican monarch
She sheltered ‘neath yon clover
I asked her if she had lunched
She allowed she’d love to come over

We dined and supped and drank
Watering ourselves to full
Sharing all of our silly plans
For the fast approaching Yule

At last came time to part
She flitter-fluttered away
A-mumbling with resigned grumbling
That rain seemed so far away

I yelled at the shrinking swallowtail
The weathermen said we’re due
The monarch floated unfazed
But we both sorely hope it’s true

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