Yesterday night, there was a heavy rain. Being in the middle of Mandaluyong City, this meant only one thing – flood. When I woke up at 5 in the morning, the rain was still pouring. Since I had to be at the office by 6:30 am, I hurriedly took a bath with my eyes still wanting to go to sleep.
I had to wear boots just so I can walk through the flood. I was very fortunate, because the water was only about knee-deep. I reached the gate and prepared myself for a long wait for a jeepney. After minutes of waiting, a jeep finally appeared. It was moving very slowly mainly due to the heavy flood.
For some of us, this is just an ordinary day. For some, it is a day for fighting. Fighting the forces of nature. Fighting for survival.
I wonder whether we’ve grown so accustomed to floods that we practically never thought there might be other places where flood is unheard of. Where rain is a sign for celebration. Where life grows by the drop.
Rain on a very hot summer day. That would be nice.