
Constant and soaking, the rain has fallen this month with the dedication of a long-distance runner knocking out the pace. It has been remorseless and lethal, generating media moments that have been swooped on with no true care for the devastation caused. The President flew over in a helicopter, sharing the pain. The poor and the weak were washed away, making room for more poverty and more weakness, the sickening predictability of suffering not lessening the rain's murderous intent.
It will stop, eventually, but what is left behind will not replace what has been taken. Memories carry pain, as much as the future carries hope.


