Its Rain... Wait, Never Mind

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The weather in West Texas; it's crazy. Sometimes. Here recently it's been fairly consistent. Dry. But yesterday it rained. For a minute. Let me show you via picture illustration.
#rain #thunder
#tenminuteslater

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