Coming undone

She watched, fascinated, as the tightly wound plait slowly loosened. The ribbon that had been so firmly holding the strict matron like hairdo together had slowly begun to unfurl. The slender thread was delicate, but had seemed strong enough while tied around the thick clump of her hair. It was strange, watching the hitherto average head of hair to become undone. The strands of hair quietly blew sideways, slipping out of the vice-like hold of the plait one by one. And then suddenly, a gust of wind blew her hair wildly, and with a start she suddenly realised she was undone. Hastily she pulled it back and ran for cover, as the rain began like it sometimes suddenly did.