A gust of wind
A lusty gust of wind
crushed me in its embrace,
splattered me with rain;
Even as my fast-drenching clothes
fought valiantly to protect
I turned
My face defiantly to the rain;
My soul broke free
My heart soared
I smiled
    crushed me in its embrace,
splattered me with rain;
Even as my fast-drenching clothes
fought valiantly to protect
I turned
My face defiantly to the rain;
My soul broke free
My heart soared
I smiled

 I think, therefore I'm single.
 
 Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?