Wrangler Thunderheads :30

There’s a stillness to the air.
Thunderheads are gathering on our horizon.
Inevitably, the rain will fall.
No one knows how hard. Or, for how long.
But there is calm amidst the chaos.
And composure…in the tumult.
Because no one’s better suited for riding out a storm…
…than a cowboy.
Wrangler.
Long Live Cowboys.