adventure. It wasn’t long before I began to create stories of my own and putÂ pen to paper.
passionate and dedicated to their friends.
Ariel carried the ultimate burden of failure on her shoulders. She’d fallen victim to the oldest trick in the book. Angel’s aren’t supposed to fail, angels aren’t suppose to fall in love. Her failure concerned both. In her moment of weakness she had not only failed mankind, she had failed God. Now her heart was an island of ice encased behind a steel barrier no one could penetrate. Not even her divine partner Met.
Ariel’s heart was locked away forever. Then she gazed into the steely gray eyes of a stubborn Texas rancher.
Arielâ€™s ivory skin held a light pink glow. The Texan sun was merciless. She
gazed across the cattle range searching for her target. The drought was real
enough. Even the usually humid Texas air was so dry the sweat didnâ€™t have time
to form on her skin. Her long chestnut hair flowed freely about her shoulders
as a hot wind brushed against her.
bad choice of wardrobe for today. Â Neither were the white tennis shoes on this
rocky soil. TheÂ unhindered sunlight illuminated theÂ cobalt blue center of her wings that wereÂ wrapped
in a deep purple hue which sprang from an emerald green base. Her wings ended
with a thin tan border. â€œSPF 50,â€ she muttered, licking her parched lips. â€œAnd
a side ofÂ icy bottled water. That would make my day.â€
searching for and glanced up at the sky. She spread her arms out wide and
closed her eyes, concentrating. If she pulled storm clouds to her too quickly
the resulting storms could devastate the entire southern region of the US. High
winds, Tornados, flash floods, and destructive lightening running ramped across
the land would not put her in favor with the Big Guy.
She wiggled her fingersÂ as her thoughts flowed west across Texas toward Mexico and the Pacific Ocean.
The jet stream ran directly across Mexico from the ocean toward Texas. Then she
reached north past New Mexico, Arizona and Nevada to the jet stream that rushed
across California and down into Texas. She gently pulled moisture toward Texas.
It would take several days possibly a week or more for enough moisture to build
and move into the state. She had to bring it slowly to avoid torrential rains
that would do nothing more than produce run off and flooding.