Dozing Dragonflies Dream of Dramatic Downpours

Down from Dublin in the drumlins of Downpatrick, a dozen dragonflies do a drowsy dance upon the dew-dressed daffodils, daisies, and delphinia, distressing over departure into dreamland.

The disturbed dew droplets drip down as the dragonflies drift off.

Their dream develops, as does a downpour.

Dew displaced by drizzle…

…a dribbling downfall…

…a drenching discharge…

…a devastating DELUGE!

Drops, like darts, dive downward, delivering a damaging dousing to the less delicate dwellers of the dale: deer, dholes, and dibblers; while utterly decimating the diminutive denizens: damselflies, darkling beetles, and Diplopoda.

The dream-time dragonflies descend as depredating dragons, undaunted by the drumfire downpour. Their draconic dispositions display a determination to devastate, desolate, and desecrate all that remains.

But dawn dawns and the dragonflies’ dream dissolves. The daffodils dance in the dawdling draft.

If dew drops become a deluge in the dreams of dragonflies, dare I know the nightmare of a gnat?