Palms swayed and bent in the wind today as a late September thunderstorm swept across Galveston Island. The rain fell warm as bathwater, steady and soothing, drumming against the sand and washing the air clean. There’s something timeless about standing beneath a sky like that—storm clouds overhead, the sea restless, and the palms dancing as if they’ve weathered a thousand storms before. 🌴🌧️
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