Monomad: Butterflies in the Drizzle

It seems that the flowers have not yet bloomed, even though the rain is drizzling. A butterfly flies listlessly, a face that does not radiate warmth. He perched on a dry wooden tree, while the drizzle still did not stop. I looked at him from afar, slowly I approached him. I really wanted to say that after the rain next month the flowers will bloom again and you don't need to make a request.

Slowly I approached him trying to comfort him. The butterfly seemed indifferent to me, but I understood that there was nothing that could not be understood. To comfort him, I took my cellphone and took pictures of him from several angles. From there I saw his eyes sparkle again, it turned out he was very friendly. I have taken several photos, and the drizzle began to subside. Having fulfilled my task, I said goodbye to him and did not forget to thank him.

I don't know if we will meet again. The butterfly flew away from me. I remember watching him leave. His two wings flapped in the drizzle that began to subside.