A thought occurs to you. As Sun continues to pound on your neck and arms, you dig a large chunk of grass and dirt from the ground with your hands. You put the mound on top of your head.
Sun looks at you confused. You proudly explain that it’s a hat. Sun rolls its eyes. The two of you are in a stand-off.
The grass “hat” crumbles minute by minute. Your face and hair are dirty. You cry thinking about a shower. But as the hat crumbles, Sun sets. The hat outlasts Sun’s tirade by mere moments.