Dandelion rain

Dandelions, why did it have to be Dandelions! I just wanted a little water to cool things off. Oh, my mom is going to be mad at me! One little weather spell gone awry, and I get flowers falling from the sky. I know I read the spell right and mixed the potion properly. Now I have flowers falling from the clouds instead of cooling rain drops. Instead of lightning flashes I have pollen burst. The sky looks like a yellow tapestry of gold dust. I can only imagine the people in the village, they will be sneezing their heads off for a week. I guess it could be worse for a budding witch, at least it isn't roses or sunflowers. Could you imagine thorny roses falling and pricking everybody. I mean you cannot walk on thorns barefoot. I am miserable, it has been raining Dandelions for an hour now. There is literally a foot of flowers all over my front yard. You would think the cloud would move on or dissipate. I could try to conjure up a small wind to blow the cloud away, but there is no guarantee that would stop the flowers from raining down. I mean I can see golden blossoms falling all over the place. The walking path is covered with them, the top of the cottage is covered with them. The only things that do not seem to mind are the livestock. The goats haven't stopped eating since the flowers started falling. The cows are laying down because they are full. I just wanted a spring shower to cool off a bit. The heat has been unbearable lately, but all I get are flowers falling from the sky. I just had to fly up to the cloud and dump the potion into it. Them say the incantation and it should have been as simple as that. One simple rain spell and bang, a nice slow cool shower. Instead, I have flower buds coming out my ears. I have looked at the spell 3 times already, I cannot get what went wrong. One cup of diamond dust ground up real fine.1I pinch of frog warts from a croaking frog behind. A bit of rainwater from when lasts the water fell. 3 peppermint leaves mixed in really well. A bit of bog fog from an old bog, perhaps the fog was spoiled? Mix gently over a clear blue flame for an hour. Then dispense liberally into a cloud while reciting the incantation to get a spring shower. I am sure I got the incantation right? My broom took me high enough above the cloud to seed the cloud. Then the incantation, Dusk until dawn, cloud remain, a bit of magic help to bring on the rain. I recited the spell over and over until I thought I had gotten it right. Did I say the spell too many times? It doesn't say how many times or how few to recite it, just until you see a visible change in the cloud. I saw the cloud begin to change color, so I thought I was done, then I flew back down in anticipation of rain. Now instead flowers up to my knees, oh I am in so much trouble!

Finally, two hours after the spell, the rain of Dandelions began to abate, but I nearly jumped out of my skin when the crystal ball began to vibrate. It kept vibrating for a half an hour. I was afraid to answer it because I knew I would not like what was on the other end. All of the poor animals can't move, partially because the fields are covered with flowers and partly because they are so full that then are too sick to move anywhere. I have got to figure out what went wrong. I am wracking my brain to figure out how I made such a mess. Again, with the crystal ball, I reach over to touch it and out pops an image of my grandmother. I duck down behind the potion table to hide from her, but it is no use, she sees the top of my hat. Yes, I wear a pointed hat, what about it! Not all witches do, but it makes me feel taller. Anyway, I hear Blossom May Sprayberry, my full given witch's name. I know, it is not the typical witch's name, but Sprayberry is my family name. Mom loves flower blossoms, and I was born in May, so there you have it. Anyway, I stood up slowly, and I could see my grandmother staring at me over her glasses. I smiled coyly as I greeted my grandmother. I said, what an unexpected surprise to hear from you. I could tell from her leer that she wasn't pleased. So, as I rubbed my hand across the back of my neck, my grandmother just pursed her lips and held up a hand full of Yellow Flowers. I just half smiled and said, my aren't those pretty. Oh, pretty is not what I would call them my dear grandchild. Oh skittles, I am in the brew pot I thought to myself. My Grandmother only uses that term when she is extremely annoyed with one of her grandchildren. She had been undergoing witch anger management for a while as she once lost it and turned 2 of my cousins into toads. Anyway, she peered into my soul or at least that is how it felt. She asked me is there anything you want to tell your grandmother? Shuffling my feet and slouching a bit, Grandmother said I know you have been casting spells again without the proper supervision! I then was chided about my posture and given the witches talk, again! I said yes Grandmother I know but it has been unbearably hot lately and it was just a small weather spell. Weather Spell my grandmother retorted, you know that those kinds of spells are too advanced for you. Besides, tampering with nature is dangerous! I apologized profusely and promised to make amends, but she said for me to not attempt any correction. She was going to get hold of my father since my mother was halfway across the country trying to undo a serious hex on a village. I was kind of relived actually, my father was always more understanding than my mother, which is kind of odd for an Alchemist of his caliber, but unlike most of his peers, he was a lot more curious than cautious. So, with my dressing down finished, I went back to trying to figure out what went wrong. I went over the potion and incantation again in my head. While I was piecing the whole thing together, I hear the front door rattle. Then the windows shook. Then a small cloud of smoke in the middle of the living room. There stood my father, in his potion masters robes. He was covered from soot from head to toe. He preferred to use teleportation to flying, but he could never seem to get the incantation part exactly right. I know what you are thinking, teleportation? Well as it turns out, many people prefer to teleport. There are spells, potions, fixed point gateways, just a few methods to get from point to point in a hurry. I much prefer my broom. Well, I digress, I was now waiting for the smoke to clear and for my father the Exalted Alchemist and Lord of Potions to addresses me. With piercing blue eyes my father looked over at me and then as I was about to melt in agony of what he would say, he broke out in a jubilant laugh. I was confused beyond belief. Okay, what is going on here? As my father steadied himself, he tried to regain his composure. As the last wisp of smoke rose past his face, he sneezed and laughed again. I put my hands on my hips with a firm what gives look on my face. After more laughter, my father told me that he would love some Dandelion tea. Okay, this was getting out of hand, now I was turning as red as the hair under my hat. I thought he was joking, but he was stark serious for just that one moment. So I curtsied and went off the the kitchen. A short time later, he had a piping hot pot of Dandelion tea. As we sat in silence a moment, he finally began to explain himself. Apparently, my spell hadn't just been confined to the local area. The cloud I seeded was much bigger than I thought, and the storm of Dandelion blossoms had all kinds of unintended consequences. I began to slouch as he began to explain. The flowers were littered over an entire district. In some cases, they were being counted a nuisance, but in other places they were a welcome respite. He explained to me how the unbearable heat had been causing grass to wither and how certain animals were struggling to find enough to eat. Now that the flower storm had hit, with another snort he drank his second cup of tea, they were gorging themselves. Bees were working doubly hard to collect the nectar from the flowers. He went on and on about the different things that were happening. He then slapped the table and said that the massive clouds of pollen had also been a blessing in a weird sort of way. Apparently a dragon had been suffering from a head cold and got a snoot full of the stuff and sneezed so hard that her cold was just blown right out of her. So after the good and bad news, he said now let me see where you went wrong. So for an hour he examined my potion and spell, then he went to my broom. I hadn't thought to check my broom. He pulled it up and in the end of my brooms bristles, he found Dandelion seed. He laughed and said there is your problem. He chided me on not cleaning my broom properly. The last time I had flown it Dandelions were releasing their seeds and I flew through a cloud of them and never properly cleaned them out of my broom. So I finally understood that the seed had gotten mixed in with the potion resulting in a flower storm! So I asked my father, what do we do about the flowers. He brought me outside and the flowers were slowly evaporating. I was confused at first, then he explained to me that because I had tried to make rain, that the flowers would act like water and begin to evaporate at a certain point, so there was no need to be overly concerned. I was ever so relieved that the matter would be solving itself. I just smiled and leaned on my father a bit. He pulled my hat off and mussed my hair, something he knows I hate. As I started back into the house, he said not so fast young lady! Suddenly I cringed, he said I cannot let you go without some kind of punishment. I thought please don't be too hard one me. He then said I will leave it up to you, my discipline or your mothers. With a slump in my posture I said fine, you punish me. I thought to myself, I will not like it but it is better than my mothers wrath. So he took me back into the house and with a wave of his hand, he summonsed every broom we owned. I felt sick at my stomach. He then handed me a stiff brush and said you will clean every broom in the house and I will inspect them so that from now on you will remember to check whenever you go to do magic from your broom so that this disaster doesn't happen again. So while I was picking lint and odd seeds out of every broom in the house, I thought to myself at least I know what I did wrong, perhaps tomorrow I will get it right with a devious smile on my face.