drenched

A flood gate opens. We are at the mercy of the torrents. Huddled under thin scraps of iron, peering into the grey and white streaked skies.

That which traps us brings us new life.

Shivering in my underwear, seeking refuge with the insects and rodents. My mammalian instincts run deep this morning. The warmth of my blood contrasts the air.

I am seeking islands and building arks. I am ignoring that part of me that screams evacuate. I am postponing all decisions until the waters subsides.