When a typhoon named “Mario” visited Marikina City

Typhoon Mario (International Name: Fung-Wong) just paid a visit to us, leaving Marikina City and the rest of Luzon with Ondoy-like floodwater level. Good thing is that I haven’t heard of any flood-related casualties in the city due to the disaster co-preparation and cooperation of each local government units here. It’s not a super typhoon like Yolanda in terms of gusty-ness. But if not for the preparations made, we’ll be as devastated like it was 2009 again.

This morning, I visited Balubad, a sitio in baranggay Nangka, a flood-prone area, where I’m currently assigned for our apostolate every Saturday just to see the post-flood scenario there. As expected, it’s muddy but like I said, everything’s fine except for some items damaged by the flood. I noticed the improved drainage system that we didn’t have five years ago so it might have helped in controlling the flood damage. I, together with my confreres, went there without any money or goods for the flood victims. If there’s any need, we will give of course if given enough time to provide.

Oh these boys, before we left, were shouting, “Walang reliefs (sic) good“.

Everything’s getting better now at least.

A blessed weekend to everyone.

The Great Rain

Photo via madisonwoods.wordpress.com

In a tropic, it’s weird not to experience rain.

For the past months, it hasn’t rained that much.

The nature is catching up with its delayed schedule, I thought.

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It’s Saturday and it’s raining really hard.

Even if it’s still morning, I decided to go back to bed.

Electricity is out, what else can I do?

I decided to spend my day snoring.

Then I woke up in the evening.

I’m surprised it’s still pouring.

Even without the radio, I can tell it’s a storm.
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It rained like it poured for one month without ceasing.

Then the river overflowed.

The Great Rain poured.

It unleashed its Wrath upon us.

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P.S.: Read Madison Woods’ Contemplative – a poem. She belongs to a group called Friday Fictioneers, who writes 100-words Flash Fiction every Friday.