On Tuesday afternoon, sometime between my arrival home after work and departure a few hours later for a movie, the weather took a decisive turn into autumn. There was rain, gale-force winds and the kind of penetrating damp that seems to cut through every layer of clothing straight to the bones. Today I am wishing that it rained butterflies, as illustrated in the above photo taken of Toronto graffiti. Wouldn’t that be pretty?
It would be pretty! I wish it would rain butterflys.
That would be super pretty. And then they could fly up and rain down all over again. You wouldn’t really need umbrellas, though.
The umbrellas would come in handy as a place for the butterflies to land, and then people could walk around with them. I like the thought of it.