Rain. Rain. And still rain.
Four days, three nights.
Its been known that our country was ravaged by a semi-storm, a low pressure area of cold and warm air. Great floods submerged residences as deep as 8 feet, maybe more. Many died in them, many were lost from their loved ones, alone in the chilling cold of the murky, dirty water. Cries of despair stained the air, for finding the bodies lifeless and cold destroyed what little hope they have left. But not all despaired for some were found, alive and yet not well, but alive nonetheless.
I write these words in the aftermath of "Habagat" as we like to call the horrible storm that put most of our major cities in a state of calamity.
My prayers go to those who are really affected by this disaster. To those families evacuated or forced to leave their homes. They had no food or water, actually there's a scarce supply of them, so I'm really thankful for the celebrities, volunteers and others who had the heart and resources to go there, be with them and give them what they desperately needed in the past few days. And for those who prayed and prayed and prayed... many thanks.
The first ray of the sun gives on new hope for new beginnings. With each day, each everyone would rise and start anew again.
From the ashes, a new beginning arises. Well, in this case from the mud.
Never say Filipinos don't know how to get up when things are down. :P
