Because 2018 🌊🌨️

Saw this instagram trend about 

the Signs of adulting,

And for me, it is a sense of responsibility

That I'm feeling lately.

Can't believe it's been it's been 8 years

Since the big flood hit our home.

Our entire first floor was under water,

But my parents took the brunt of it.

Me, a reckless teenager couldn't care 

About the mud inside the house 

Or the dying vegetation 

I was not even worried about 

The expensive equipments and furniture 

That my mother was extremely cautious of.

Me and my sister was warm and safe

At our mum's place with our baby dog.

And we had internet, a full package really.

What else would we worry about right?

But now, it's convoluted for me.

Mainly because the numbers went up.

The one baby dog is now three

And a dozen cows which we co depend on

Live and green in our home.

All the buses are safe dad said,

But idk about the animals,

The contrition that I'm in,

Can't explain.

I understand the efforts my parents took

Every time the flood threatened.

For almost a decade,

The rainy season that I adored 

Is now a full blown nightmare.

Me and my sister in a tyre tub 

While our mother who had arthritis 

Walked in the water, the deadly water.

The bridge itself was shaking 

Threatening to break and fall any moment.

2018, I realised the stark cold of death waters.

It took us a month or two to recover our home.

Those days, feels like yesterday 

But here we are running around 

Praying, wishing that the waters wouldn't rise.

I'm scared this time.

This is day 2 of my 100 days blog challenge.