Elijah 's cloud as small as a man 's hand is growing larger.
Enough of the hot pestilential
glare of the sun
In the evening the sky became grey
and the air ached for the thunderstorm
which did not come.
A cool refreshing breeze tickled us ,
the precursor of precipitation.
I took these pictures of the trees waving up
at the heavens.
Trying to catch the attention of the
vapors above
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Let me show you this short video of an early morning dust storm
taken in the first week of June.
Abner is playing outdoors.
As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.Psalm 42:1-3 (Bible)
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