Butterfly in the Rain

Emerald window between the heart and soul, With the soul of Aphrodite,untainted by lure, A beauty so rare and beautiful, Like a butterfly in the rain. The soul existence that moves with the cycles of life, Flowing like a river flaunting its warmth on a summers day, The image of beauty that glides across the sky, As beautiful as a butterfly in the rain. When twilight looms the scene undresses, Autumn has painted its winter scene, Pallas Athena she fills the mortal mind, Showing the beauty like a butterfly in the rain.