The butterfly and the Rain Cloud

The butterfly and the rain cloud

One glorious sunrise many moons ago, in the depths of the bountiful jade and emerald forest the only butterfly ever was born.

Her colours irridedescent again the morning rays, caused sparkling wonder upon every reflection. The arrival was greeted amongst all the other species as a true beauty born to them.

For many happy years, the butterfly flutted her wings in the lush tropical forest with all creatures of amazing vibrant colours. Her life was idyllic, but she did not feel whole.

She was in paradise, but one day she flutters her way to the tallest tree and could see the vistas of yonder. The sky was always blue as was all the primary boldness of all she accounted; however on the horizon she saw something. It was a grey rain cloud.

The butterfly had never seen a rain cloud, although the colours did not match her utopia, she felt pity and feared for its loneliness.

The cloud never moved and for days, weeks, months she climbed to the highest point on the roof the forest and watched the rain cloud.

A decision was made to seek out this rain cloud and to convince it to come with her back to her paradise.

So one morning she set off in the direction of the cloud, every so often in her journey she would have to rise above the canopy to check her course.

The forest was dense and grey, no signs of life or colours, this was not like her paradise.

The closer she got to the rain cloud, the light darkened and rain fell upon her wings. The weight of the rain caused problems for her to fly. It then quickly came to her that the rain cloud did not want her there.

It was at that moment that she decided to turn back, the journey and return to paradise was a welcome one and she scolded herself for wanting better as she truly did not want to leave ever again.

Some more days passed and the rain cloud drifted away, the morning sun penetrated the dense canopy where the cloud once was. The forest floor began to rumble and almost arriving with trumpets the stalks of tropical flowers burst through the sodden earth. These flowers bloomed with glorious colours.

The leaves of luscious green returned to the trees, after one more day these leaves were gone, consumed by thousands upon thousands of caterpillars.

Almost in unison they all formed cocoons and when the time was right they all was reborn, the fluttering of all their wings brought a crescendo wave that swept the forest.

The butterfly in her paradise heard this noise, and thought to herself that if the rain cloud came, she would move in the opposite direction.