I wake up bright and early.

I wash my hair and then embark on
the Sammietan Tried & Tested Method
of Getting Perfect Hair,
which involves an intricate process of
continual drying, combing, and timing.

I check my hair every so often to
ensure that every step is done *just* right.

Finally, I am ready to face the world.

I dress and apply lip balm.

I walk out the front door, and
immediately a huge whorl of wind
blasts me in my face full on.

And i mean whorl because the wind
was blowing in every direction possible,
leaving me with my hair stuck on the lip balm
and looking like I just ran out of a hurricane.

I try to minimise the damage done
but nervously flattening it and running
my fingers through my once-perfect hair.

Ten minutes later the Wind is joined
by his good friend, the Rain.

Their joint actions reverse all my efforts.
Next time, I wear a hat.