chased by
a cold rain
a summer storm
a haunting dream
it flew on

its tired wings
grew heavier
more tired
every gust of wind
like a brick wall
against it

until it came
to rest
upon a branch

the storm raged still
but there was shelter

every raindrop, a tear
the howling wind,
a cry

louder and louder
until there was nothing else

then
there
a tiny spot of hope
yes, the glorious sun
peeking through

tired it was
still, strong
and when the sun rose

the butterfly flew once more