The wind roars.

It roars past our home.

The wind is powerful.

It tears my kite from my hand.

I run after my kite.

The wind blows me away from the kite!

The wind becomes a storm.

It carries my kite higher and higher.

This wind swallows me up!

I see nothing, I touch nothing.

Where is my kite now?

Perhaps it is caught in a tree.

Perhaps my kite is still flying in the sky.

The wind finally dies down.

I am still spinning.

When I stop spinning I look around.

Where did the wind go?

I cannot see my kite anywhere.

I cannot hear the wind anymore.

Perhaps tomorrow I will find my kite.

Now, I must go home, before the wind starts to roar again.