I Don't Want to Be Your Brother

It is mid-summer in June, the time when glue and gold are flowing. The capital city has been suffering from the annoying heat in the past few days, but this morning it rained heavily, and the dreary weather was somewhat relieved. The ground was wet, turning the light blue slate bricks into a dark color. Occasionally, raindrops would fall down on the eaves, ticking and pitter-pattering, forming small puddles on the pitted ground.