That was a long night. I was coming back from work little tired, little frustrated, little worried.
He cancelled the date we planned a week ago. I was clearly not happy.
Stormy weather and a broken umbrella were making me mad.
I thought I can still use the umbrella to save me from dust.
And then it just flew away to a car on the right side of the road.
I saw him kissing her.
The broken umbrella removed the real dust.