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The Weather Maker

And when all was still, two sisters held a late night conversation: "Sister, why does thunder roar?" "Because daddy just told a joke and all the angels are laughing hysterically." "Sister, why does rain fall?" "Because daddy is crying because he misses seeing your smile." "Sister, why does lightning flash?" "Because daddy is turning his flashlight on and off to find his way back to you, mommy, and me." "Sister, why does the sun shine?" "Because daddy's eyes light up when he remembers how beautifully you laughed when he would tickle you for hours upon hours." "Sister, why do fierce winds blow?" "Because daddy is sighing because he can't hold you in his strong arms anymore." And lastly she asked: "Sister, why did daddy have to leave?" "Because God needed a weather maker, so God picked daddy."
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May 13, 2011
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