Major rain storms recently passed through my area. I adore the rain, so it was a fine opportunity to break out the mackintosh, boots, and umbrella.
The funny part was, I never saw another person in a rain coat or carrying an umbrella. Never.
I’m not sure if we’ve been without rain so long in this area everyone completely forgot there are accoutrements to protect one from H2O, but there were an amazing number of bedraggled and besoaked beings wandering around. I almost felt sorry for them.
Indra isn’t exactly a standard American name, I know. However, when I was born, my parents saw a black swallowtail flit by the window. Papilo indra is its scientific name. Perhaps even as a newborn the folks noticed my flighty, restive nature?
Why, in 1866, the 22-year-old Philadelphia-born entomologist Tyron Reakirt decided on Papilo indra for the species name is unknown. Philadelphia is a port city. Some ships docking there conducted business with India. Perhaps knowledge of Hinduism was common when Tyron was growing up?
At any rate, Indra is a sky god and king of the Hindu gods. Maybe Tyron felt this large new butterfly he’d discovered in the Wild West was king of the skies? Which kind of makes me royalty by extension. I knew my goddess-like sense of entitlement stemmed from somewhere!