Tears flow freely down my cheeks. I blow my nose noisily into an already wet tissue and I feel another sneeze coming on. My eyes are getting redder by the second, and I’m very, very hot.
It’s the worst time of the year. The rain has brought the dust particles back to earth where they belong. They are now helping every living green thing to spring back to life. Me, I feel like I’m dying.
Adam, please note: it’s a coincidence that you left me at this time last year. These tears are not for you. It’s hay fever.