obscured by clouds

Much earlier, Ann asked, “What happens to butterflies in the rain?” Anticipating a storm soon to arrive. Following a conversation about skunks and Bobbie the feral cat fairing in the rain. The Beatles sang, “If the rain comes they run and hide their heads.” That’s probably true for Bobbie and the skunks, but how about for butterflies?

In the Open Source koan group last night, Megan Roshi offered this koan for consideration — “A monk came upon the master working. ‘With you it’s always work, work, work,’ the monk said. ‘I’m working for someone else,’ the Master replied. ‘Why don’t they work for themselves?’ the monk asked. The Master answered, ‘Because he has no arms.'”

Butterflies have arms. Do they help in the rain?