The twirls of air stuck me
In the middle of a night street
This opaque opponent
broke my umbrella
Soaked my garment
Taunted my hair
Into a Medusa
Finally reached home
The gales won't stop
They pierced through the windows
Incessant calls from Pluto
No TV
No dogs
No snacks
Scared and bored
I pretend that I am on the sea
Fishing for nothing