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The Storm

They Said

          As the storm clouds roiled, he looked out from under his soaked hat and said; “This rain will cool things off; green up the pasture; give me a little break with the live stock, and we can go to town.” She said; “Oh god, not another storm, I can’t stand to be cooped up in this house one more minute!”

          As the lightening flashed, he worried about the weather and the calves, but said; “As soon as I get out of these wet clothes we can kick back in front of the fireplace with a drink and some music. Thank God for a chance to spend some quality time together.” She said; “He’s going to come in here any minute; all wet, then we’ll be trapped in here doing nothing for another miserable night!”

           As the thunder roared, he came in from the storm and said; “Honey it sure is beautiful out there, God is really putting in a grand light show. This will really do the pasture grass good; maybe give us a break to spend more time together.” He was answered by the silence, broken only by the sound of the water dripping from his hat.

          In the silence; as he went room to room, he said; “Where are you honey, I love you” Her note said; “Cowboy I love you, and probably always will, but I am moving back to town.”

~ © 2002/2010 – David L. Griffith ~
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