Rio Grande Valley 2025-09-25T19:33:47Z
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I remember the day Hurricane Elena decided to pay an unwelcome visit to the Rio Grande Valley. The sky had turned a menacing shade of gray, and the air felt thick with anticipationâor was it dread? As a longtime resident who's weathered more than a few tropical tantrums, I thought I had my routine down pat: board up the windows, stash the flashlights, and hunker down with the local news on TV. But this time, something was different. My old television set, a relic from the early 2000s, decided to
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I remember the day Hurricane Elena began its menacing dance toward the Rio Grande Valley like it was yesterdayâthe air thick with humidity, the sky an ominous shade of gray that promised nothing good. As a native of this border region, Iâve weathered my share of storms, but this one felt different; it had that eerie stillness that makes your skin crawl. My old habit was to flip between TV channels and sketchy weather websites, a chaotic ritual that left me more anxious than informed. But this ti
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The air turned sickly green that afternoon â the kind of ominous hue that makes your skin prickle. I was scrambling to secure patio furniture when my phone screamed. Not the generic emergency alert shriek, but Telemundo 40's distinct three-pulse vibration followed by a localized siren wail. Hyperlocal Doppler prediction had spotted rotation forming exactly 2.3 miles southwest of my McAllen home. I froze mid-motion, watching a trash can tumble down the street like a drunkard as the first gust hit