I was in Baltimore one day, on the day it rained umbrellas.
It was raining all right, but the wind was too fierce for raising a sail. Those who did watched in dismay as the sails sailed away, to fill up the discard bins and gutters of the city.
It looked as though it had rained umbrellas. I drew my hooded jacket over my head, put my glasses in my pocket, and bared teeth against the storm. No umbrella for me on that day, though I could have had my pick.
My sincerest condolences. What had you done wrong?