Looking out from the entrance I saw the drops of water rapidly splashing down from the above skies. I sat, watched and wondered what was going to happen to our home if the water kept running down from the darkness of the clouds. Last year our house was flood, taking away must of our valuables, leaving us with nothing more than the mourning of our extreme unluckiness.
Turning my body, walking back into the darkness of whence I came. Seeing the lights of each room that erupted from the cave walls. What would come of us? Thinking, thinking, thinking. Was there a way to keep the waters from running into our home, and disrupting the lives that live here.