My corn. How I carefully dropped your seeds. How I interspersed your promise with pole bean seeds to twine upon your stalks.
Because everyone needs a friend.
Oh, corn, how I spotted your first green shoots. How I eagerly watched you grow. How I enjoyed the view of your strong stalks burgeoning forth. How I anticipated the first taste of your sweetness.
And then came the storm yesterday afternoon.
Thunder broke hard right over our heads. Rain pounded, brutal in its random violence.
Oh, corn, how I loved you! And how, oh how, I will miss you.