Sunday, January 22, 2017

What is your word?

Blue

I look up at the cloudy sky. It will be a storm tonight and when there is a storm, there will always be a large amount of rain fall. In this region of the world, large amounts of rain will end up as floods that threaten our safety and security. I give the ominous clouds another look. Oh how I wish I can see the light blue sky again. In those times, no one feels threaten by floods or the anxiety of losing their homes to the storm. In those times I would no  be gathering  the sand bags in the shed and put it around my home to keep the water at bay like I do every year when the storms pass by this region.

Taking a deep breath, I open the doors to the shed and grabbed the nearest sandbag near me. The heavy bag felt rough and the odor of decaying wood filled my nostrils. It makes me sad to have to move those bags outside for everyone to see. It is a sight of fear, anxiety, and sorrow. I find it somewhat comforting to know that I at least tried to protect my home from the floods that would soon happened every year. It gives me a little hope out of this sad and gloomy atmosphere around me. I stare at the sky again with a hopeful smile on my face. After this flood, the blue sky will return again and with it, the end of this year's nightmarish flood season.

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