Thunder rumbled in the dark clouds filling the heavens above them. Ham wrapped her in his protective arms. Naomi smiled as she snuggled against his chest. What was a little rain? Her God held the door to the storehouse of hail, and the key to the storehouse of grace. Mercy was hers for the asking. For always.
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