You hear that rain will wash the pollen away. Nope. It just washes it to wherever the rain goes. And that, for us, is a big puddle in one area of our yard. Then the rain evaporates and leaves the pollen clumped up on our fence and grass. Even the dirt is overpowered with the yellow, dusty allergens.
I hate what pollen does to me. I have outrageous allergies. And asthma. Lately, I’ve had the joy of an earache, a sore throat, headaches, and sleeping with a humidifier. Fun!
Being superbly blessed in the fine art of poetry, I took up the pen to capture my feelings. So, without further ado:
An Ode to Pollen
I know you probably had no idea I was so great at poetry, right? It was a hidden talent that I finally felt ready to share with the world. You’re welcome.
In all seriousness, Atlanta and it’s surrounding areas are basically coated in yellow nastiness right now. I’m sick of allergy problems. Who’s with me?