“Bring it to us if you so dare!” The sands and rocks and deserts of West Texas challenge the gulf as their craggy hearts break just a little more watching a portion of their land and people drown in the murky unforgiving waters.
How all the sand and stones in Texas wishes they could march to the beat of a Texan drum to reclaim the land swallowed up by the storm’s vengeance.
The great help they could be smothering out the terrorizing waters creating an unsurpassable barrier.
Sandstorms whirl and dance silently in a bitter wind knowing they are too far removed to benefit their own. A solemn dry wind across the arid land howls a remorseful melody.
“Our thoughts are with you.”
If the mountains had feet they would uproot themselves and throw themselves into the gulf creating high heavy borders just for you keeping the tears at bay.
The tall pine and even the prickly cacti long to stretch their arms around you Southeast Texas and cradle their wounded in a warm dry place of protection. The dry thirsty desert yearns to drink in all of Southeast Texan sorrows until there was no more.
Texas will re-emerge glorious, whole and victorious. You are strong. You are beautiful. We stand with you.