A storm is coming signaled in by the raging wind
I watch the weeping willow through my window as against the storm she stands
The wind whips through pulling off her leaves    
Like a mother losing her child, she does not break, only bends to weep
Thunder begins to roll in the distance  
As lightening illuminates the sky
An omen of the worsening storm  
She continues to bend, waiting for it to pass by
Rain and hail start to fall
Ripping off  remaining leaves  
As she continues her motherly weep
She sways majestically, refusing to break Lightning hits her, cleaving her in half
She lays now broken upon the ground
No more tears can she shed  
She, her regal self, a casualty of the storm