I woke up at 5am Sunday morning. It’s around that time when the Typhoon Frank was at his fiercest. I was thankful that despite the inclement weather, I still have electricity. Cable, unfortunately, did not survive the onslaught. I was worried that my cable TV connection wouldn’t be restored by the time Wimbledon starts. Thankfully, my worry was unfounded.
It was an overcast sky that morning—angry even, as folks are wont to say. Dark clouds filled the heavens; gray enough to command attention, but not gray enough to convince me to go for the panic button. It’s my first dawn weekend in a long time and although the dawn looked ominous, it wasn’t vengeful. I’d even say it was full of sorrow. If anything, the dawn was crying; tears of rain, softly sobbing winds.
It must be difficult to be like Frank, i.e. being a natural disaster. People die because of you, even if you don’t mean anyone or anything harm. But you go ahead and do your thing anyway because it’s your nature. It’s your nature to be unapologetic. You ARE nature after all. Disaster and devastation are part of your repertoire. And certainties like the dawn or the morning are mere spectators standing powerless in the sidewalk, like pedestrians watching a parade. No wonder the dawn cries so.
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The slightest reference to that disaster can make me cry. my family and friends are ok but it was something we haven’t experienced before that it made us feel vulnerable. Most of my colleagues lost everything they own during the flash floods in Iloilo.
Sorry to hear that Glad. I know a lot of our countrymen were seriously affected by the typhoon. Hopefully your friends will get back on their feet in no time.
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