Butterfly Encounter 3

I was surfing the net on this particular evening. Nearing the time for my next class, I took my bag from the pigeon hole and head out of the library. The skies were dark. Strong wind blew with rage. My messy hair turned messier. As I walked down the steps of the library I saw umbrellas flying. Squirrels scurrying for the nearest trees. The monsoon is here.

Upon reaching the bus stand, I sat patiently waiting for the bus. Seconds after, the rain poured like there was no tomorrow. The blowing wind getting stronger by the minute. The sheltered stand barely sheltered anyone.

From the nearby trees they emerge. Tiny little purple butterflies. All blown towards the bus stand where I was standing. I was mesmerized by the sight. They hanged on to whatever they could. I found a few attached to my Forest T. Some on my hands. Even some on my hair. They were holding on for their lives. I picked one of them and placed it in my palms.

About 15minutes later, the bus finally arrive. What took you so long!!! Covering my palms I rushed into the bus. Nope, not a single one of them made it. Must have been blown away by the strong winds...

~If you can't find anyone to hold on to, you can always hold on to me~