Journey to the night market in the storm

I was there,
to get my dinner.
I walked oppose the current,
as everyone rushing out,
the wind rushed through me,
yet I'm with my umbrella,
having my firm stand,
and faced the resistance.

I'm clear of my mission,
and I'm glad that there were still few faithful stalls,
guarding their post until the night falls,
not like the other cowards.

I went to the first one,
waited there for a while,
and they greeted me and served me,
they know they don't have enough,
so the father set up everything,
and do his work as if there are nothing happen,
the son guarded the umbrella,
to protect his team,
the mother entertained the guest,
for friendliness,
and the daughter serve the food quickly,
so that the rest of them can have their rest earlier.
I smiled.

I went to the second one,
I waited there and voiced out my need,
they are still laughing and chatting,
as if nothing is happen,
they seems don't know there's a storm,
even the blind can tell but not them.
They served me with what they have.
I thought.

And I went back to the car,
headed home,
bringing back more thing than I planned to.