CLOUDS MY ALLIES IN THE SKY

From the Left Hand of A.J. Puckett

Clouds my allies in the sky. What the fuck? You might find my comment to be strange, but to be sure this throught holds air.
Clouds my allies in the sky. Think it through, have a throught. It is a genius idea. More so than that it is the truth, they are my allies. My friends in the atmosphere, my comrades above my existence. [side note: it is a goal of mine, to someday exist amongst them]
Clouds my allies in the sky. How? You might ask. Well, let me count the ways. To be completely honest they serve but one real purpose that can be considered beneficial, but it is very important to me there by nullifying any negative characteristics.
Clouds my allies in the sky protect me from the sun. They protect my pale ginger skin from sunburn. They also provide shade to cool me in the heat of summer. Finally they keep me from sneezing when I walk outside.
Clouds my allies in the sky because I am allergic to the sun. My first and last examples are examples of allergic reactions. My pale skin and its lack of melanin and my aversion to bright light, especially the sun.
Clouds my allies in the sky.