Heated Hayfever

soft grass whirls in the heated wind cloud tufts sluggishly move about the blue is revealed the suns light is no longer sealed by the great gray clouds that do cover as if wrapping the glowing orb in a quilt so thick it begins to smother, birds flap their wings in the almost non-existent breeze helping the wind stir up dust motes, causing me to sneeze, "AH-CHOO!", the sound comes out as i let out a sound so loud its when i wish, so badly, it would rain so i wouldn't have to sneeze like that again.