Three weeks after Charley, Hurricane Frances came, bringing with her hours of wind and rain. The size of Texas her presence was relentless.
Moving ever so slow made peoples fears and frustrations grow. With winds at five miles per hour, she hovered over like a tower.
It took four days to clear, but no one would cheer. Ravaged homes and property wait for owners to see across the state.
Still trying to recover from Charley's demise, Frances came through wearing no disguise.
Keeping the faith, I know this too shall pass, but the effects and memories forever shall last. The light at the end of the tunnel is near and soon I can wake up and not be in fear.