“Where Do Butterflies Go When It Rains? (All Butterflies Have Gossamer Wings)” by Albert Ruggiero


When it rains, a butterfly I know,
Hides under a dense leaf.
She pulls a thick blanket over her head.

 

Another hides under the overhang on a house.
His back pushes up against the abode,
Body shaking, peering into the night.

 

And yet others perch in the bushes,
With their wings tightly closed.
And heads bent down, close to their chests.

 

They crouch together, clutching each other,
Brother and sister watching, as the angered adult
Passes by.

 

(A careless touch in the wrong place on their wings, destroys their ability to fly.)

 

Another hides under the overhang on a house.
His back pushes up against Body shaking, peering into the night.

 

And yet others perch in the bushes,

With their wings tightly closed.
And heads bent down, close to their chests.

 

They crouch together, clutching each other,

Brother and sister watching, as the angered adult
Passes by.

 

(A careless touch in the wrong place on their wings, destroys their ability to fly.)

 

 

 

 

 

Albert Ruggiero is a baby-boomer, so his view of the world has always been through his glasses of the 50′s, but his stories are filled with hope and a view of the future.  He is the author of two short-story collections; “The Curious Boy and Other Short Stories” and “Bestride the Narrow World,” and the novels “Wilson’s Wall” and “Daughter of God and Man.”