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There is something incredibly moving about a big west texas thunderstorm rolling through. It's like mother nature is writing her own sad poem for us to read and weep to. It makes me miss many old lives of mine, and sit on the front porch and remember. While I watch pounding hail and brutal rain, I can't help but recall, and when the wind blows just right, I can still hear him saying my name.
It's a big storm, and my life pales in comparison.
It's a big storm, and my life pales in comparison.