God was pretty pissed today.
So he rained on Metro Manila non-stop.
Luckily, by 3 pm, I found myself home, safe, accompanied by two good friends.
But not everyone is/was as lucky.
From the lobby of my building, we watched the traffic at a helpless stand still. Headlights off. Engines silent. Spirits crushed.
On the news, we watched the strong current of brown rivers emerging from nowhere, with the rising water having no place to go. In the middle of main roads, cars were stalled, abandoned and almost completely submerged. Kids’ heads and shoulders bobbing up and down, like packs of small drenched puppies swimming toward an urban shore.
We listened to people cry for help as they sat on the roofs of their drowned homes. They begged to have someone, anyone come to save them, as the water crept on the remaining space they had and knew; the red and green metal sheets covering their houses they never thought they would ever need to set foot on, until today.
It was really painful.
My heart goes out to everyone who was/is flooded, stranded, cold, hungry, homeless and feeling wretched on rooftops today.
This one is for you.
As much as I believe that there is a reason for everything, I really do pray that the rain stops soon; that help come soon; that you find peace and shelter soon.
And that even if it never makes sense, that the floods never have the ability to wash away what matters most: your strong spirit.
grateful slice: prayer and small mercies