Dancing in a Texas Thunderstorm

Boot heels bite the dust in time. To a sky that growls low and rough. Lightning flashes

sharp as rhyme. Cutting shadows clean enough. The fiddle hums, the rafters shake.

Barn doors rattle, floorboards quake. Each stomp and spin, a spark, a cry.

Two souls dancing 'neath the storm-tossed sky. Thunderin' two-step, pounding wild and

proud. Drumming through the night beneath the stormy clouds. Lightning laughs

and lovers spin, lost in the thunder's spell. Dancing hearts and fire in a storm

they know so well.