Cactus

One lepidepteron informed me,
"it's been raining for days in Cherrapunji."

She was a violet flame dancing around.

I asked her, "how do you find my flowers?"
"Odd", she told, "they look odd on you".

By that time my spines had arrested
one of her hind wings.
I stared at her, "they look awkward, eh?"

Flapping violently, she moaned.
I relished the plight.

My spines did not show mercy,
they ripped apart her colours.

"Cherrapunji suits you better. Out you go!"
She left a trail of infrequent springy leaps.

Did the sky rumble?
I have been hearing faint roars
for days.