Two children surprised a fairy. Mona, the fairy, was of the Swallowtail Fae. In the twinkle of an eye, she shifted to her butterfly form. She fluttered to a butterfly bush, then to a high hosta bloom. She watched the children.
The little girl pointed at her, “Stephano! I saw a fairy!” Mona wondered if she should flee.
Stefano laughed. “Isabella, that’s a butterfly,” He shook his head. “But we’re here to do a rain dance, remember?” He clapped his hands and stomped rhythmically in the grass. He danced in a circle, widdershins, and Isabella joined him, also clapping.
“We need to ask the Great Spirit for rain,” Stefano said. Mona was surprised the children knew of the Great Spirit.
Together the children chanted: “Great Spirit in the sky, the garden’s way too dry. Begging your pardon, please rescue our garden. Let rain clouds form and bring on the storm!”
Nothing happened. The sky stayed blue, and no clouds came. Stefano was crestfallen, but Isabella giggled about their prayer. “Mommy! We sang to the Great Spirit, and I saw a fairy!”
Slowly, the light turned golden, making the house glow. Storm clouds rolled in, sending the sunlight south.
More clouds gathered, pushing and shoving. Lightning lit the sky, and thunder made sleeping children turn restlessly in their beds. Rain caressed the earth, giving the flowers, vegetables and trees its benediction.
Mona dodged rain drops, zipped low over the kale, and drank the bounty from rose leaves. She danced under drenched lilies, sagging with the weight of the water. She scattered water droplets from their long leaves. Only the purple coneflowers were unaffected. She stopped to nibble a spiky seed. Then, she settled under her favorite mushroom to watch the rain fall. Soon she was dreaming of Isabella and Stefano. In the morning, their faces would be shining at the success of their rain dance.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham