There have been extra days of rain 
Delaying the heat of the approaching summer 
In spontaneous, joyful
Shimmering showers 
It has streamed down or drizzled for hours 
There has been a surge of butterflies 
Yellow, brown, blue and white 
Flitting all over the place 
Happy for a few more days 
Of life and vitality 
I see them floating among the flowers 
Cavorting in spring-lavished bowers
Treading warm currents of air 
Over pavements where the cracks 
Are speckled with dancing weeds 
Over an emerald oasis of grass 
Loop-de-looping when they pass 
Another bloom 
That’s sprung up between the blades 
Glorious, serendipitous
Delirious on springtime bliss
They somersault back 
To bestow a nectary kiss
On soft, dewy petal lips
Beating gossamer wings
Evanescent, paper-thin
Revelling in bountiful life
The inevasible heat 
A distant ordeal 
For now in their bejewelled flights 
The spring-born butterflies
In pure rapture will remain 
Celebrating the extra days of rain.