in the gutters
Rainy days used to be something I look forward to on weekends, but it has been raining like forever since December. Water was leaking into my supposedly watertight shoes, dripping through the stitching of my umbrella and soaking my shirt under the heavy jacket which was already supersaturated with rain water. I miss the sunshine.
Apparently, nobody can afford to wait forever, especially if it involves fun. It sure feels good to forget about everything else but the current moment. The adults can take care of themselves anyway.
Playing with another is better than playing alone, and this game doesn’t need to have a loser. Our politicians have a lot to learn about cooperative play. It’s more fun this way.
While some people feel the rain, others just don’t want to get wet.
A literal definition of chilling out (in the cold windy rain).
While the government has been dragging its feet on providing housing/shelter for those who have to relocate to a safer areas, people are madly rushing to rebuild their homes to put a roof over their heads. Rusty nails can be hammered straight and reused, unlike politicians, useless even if new.
Sheets of torn galvanized iron roofing materials are headed for the scrapyard. The injuries caused by these flying guillotines are innumerable.
This is the best seat in the house.
The Buddhist Tzu Chi Foundation is probably the most recognized group, with due respect to all other foreign aid organizations. They provided cash for work programs, prepared hot meals for the community, gave financial aid to the locals and pump primed the local economy through the money given to the affected families. The streets would most probably still be littered with debris if not for their mobilization of dump trucks and the local communities in clearing up their neighborhood. Now they are doing school rehabilitation. Thank you, Tzu Chi. Thank you also to all foreign aid organizations and volunteers.
Life sprouts in the gutters. This is where we are now, 2 months later.