After the Storm

A lot of things have been happening lately that I felt it was time to write again. Besides, I do have thoughts so why not share them.

Ondoy left a decidedly indelible mark to us, particularly in mega Manila. Its fury was unexpected. Its wrath was unparalleled. Its devastation was complete.

Actually, it was a weak storm. Its winds were high and hurtled themselves about at the lower end of the range of what would be considered a typhoon. What it delivered to the earth was water, tons of it. The weather bureau said there was enough rainfall to last us a normal September.


It would not have been so bad I suppose, if it was only rainwater that we encountered. What made it worse was the mud that flowed with it. Rivers overflowed lifting their silt and tossing it about like it was whipping cream. The result was mud pushed by the water through cracks and crevices allowing it to go where it was not supposed to.