Through the Rain: Falling Leaves

Another dream.

      A soft, cool wind blew through the grave yard blowing the fallen autumn leaves. Wrapping the shawl closer to her she stared down at the small grave. Strong hands gripped her shoulders as a tear drop fell on to the polished rock. Bending down to her level her husband held her close, sobbing into his shoulder he patted her back as he silently stared at their child's grave. Another gust of wind went through this time stronger, they both shivered at the bitter cold. Five years had past and they already had another child that they both loved dearly. But each autumn they visit this grave and look upon their first born who never got to see their first snow fall. And each visit is just as heart breaking as it was the day they buried them. Standing he pulled his wife with him as she looked back, tears streaming off her face. 

Author's Note

I know it's kinda jumbled and doesn't make any sense maybe I'll come back and edit it. But for now I'ma leave it. Ignore spelling and grammar errors please.