Tuesday 27th January 

Another storm 
Rolls in with rage 
Trees bend low 
Roots disengage  

Gusts howl fierce 
And branches sway 
As nature weeps 
The skies turn grey 

Hail like pellets 
Hitting the ground 
Puddles brown 
A splashing sound 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx