Murder by Mother Nature

Mother Nature, why do you hate my tomato plant so?

After a particularly windy and raining night, I walked onto the front porch to check out the few plants that live there. My mouth hung agape as I found my tomato plant broken, stem hanging over, green tomatoes and all. Oh, my poor plant! The thing was hanging by a literal thread, and when I gently touched the stem, it fell off in one piece onto the porch floor. I picked the large green tomato and tossed the stem into the greenery 2 floors below. Left now is a stump in a pot, and a fairly healthy and unharmed basil plant.