Surviving the Storm

 

Through every nook and every cranny
The wind blew in on poor old Granny
Around her knees, into each ear
(And up nose as well, I fear)

All through the night the wind grew worse
It nearly made the vicar curse
The top had fallen off the steeple
Just missing him (and other people)

It blew on man, it blew on beast
It blew on nun, it blew on priest
It blew the wig off Auntie Fanny-
But most of all, it blew on Granny!

Spike Milligan 

Storm Boelo is doing its worst. The beautiful sycamore tree on the village green outside our house has, once again, been battered A large branch snapped off and fell with the force of the wind. We await a team from Calderdale Council to come and clear the debris.

I think this is the third time our poor tree has suffered damage after the onslaught of high winds. She has also survived being on fire. Some years ago a joy rider dumped a car underneath and set it alight, burning several branches and leaving the tree rather lop-sided and looking even more vulnerable. (The council, incidentally, has assured us in the past that the sycamore is perfectly safe).

Nevertheless our tree survived and continues to bring us joy through every season. (I'm told that, thankfully,  the family of fairies who live there also managed to weather the storm). 

Writing prompts:

• Write about how it feels to be out in a storm (or how you imagine it would feel). 
• Make a list of all the 'storms' you have weathered over the years. Choose one of them and write in more detail about how you were able to survive.