Though this year’s rain has brought joy to me, I'm praying for it to slow down, and to stop, before it wrecks homes and lives. I have been sitting on my terrace that's unusually big for the size of the apartment that I live in, enjoying the rain, chasing my dogs, and them chasing me in return. I have everything to be grateful for, and today even more so, when as it rains, I find myself able to enjoy it comfortably from the shelter of my home. But the happiness and calm is bitter sweet as my mother mentions the rains of 1995. Although at that time it had rained in the middle of the night, she vividly remembers it being as heavy then as it was today. We were woken up by our father, and before we could ask him, or even open our eyes, lightning struck, the electricity went off, and in the little torch light that he had managed to grab in five minutes’ time, which back then seemed like an eternity, we saw the devastation that had made him wake us all up. Through the zigzag tin cei
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