After recent rains, the plants around here have diligently set to pollinating the world, particularly what the weather report calls simply "weeds." As surely as those goddamn weeds spew pollen after rain, my allergies flare up in response to the pollen. I don't enjoy the experience, but there's no use complaining about a
little vast amounts of sinus drainage. Complaining doesn't change anything.
I will, however, complain about the sound I heard myself make as I rounded the corner from my kitchen this morning, some combination of a sneeze and a cough and a dry heave as many different responses to the pollen came at me simultaneously. I recognized that sound: my great grandfather used to make that sound.