Where painted rivers pick apart
The rocks and earthy soil
Carve bolden paths into meadow lands
With a crashing winding coil
Puddles form
And land deforms
Opportunities rise
And tidings fall
As beneath the growing chaos storm
My mind unwound
How I cannot help but be feel now
When the rain clouds burst on the Texas soil
True story - And the storm held off, thank God
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