The wind is hammering the roof while it makes the trees dance.

Droplets of rainwater are trying to reach me while I am searching for words to write in darkness.

News reached me that floods are as high as their houses.

How many homeless had been displaced once again?

Where would they seek comfort in this raging storm?

Animals were seen floating on top of the debris--debris from the house of the poor old man or from the life of the hopeful mom.

How many more lives would be claimed after this disastrous catastrophe?

It seemed like we are getting used to accept the fate of our fellowmen.

That is disturbing.

To go on living in an ivory tower without realizing that the tower itself is grounded and you are the only one detached.

I hope to live and see the day when it is not only ourselves that we see when we look at the mirror.