the-pancake-fairy

Andrew is used to the heat of the summer and the blaze of the sun in June, but it's not the heat that he relishes. It's the summer storms in which the rain comes in sheets, rolling over the exterior for minutes, even hours at a time. It comes down hard, and thunderous, demanding attention be given to its orchestration for even the slightest of moments.  When the rain slows, the world is temporarily in a stupor; the sun hesitates to peek out again. However, when it amounts its courage, wisps of steam rise off the asphalt like visible specters. The grass is wilting in the heat, no matter how many times he's watered it. With a grumble, the bru