THE MIGHT OF NATURE'S BUS
Why is it when I get the slightest notion of not being quite 'with this world', none of the inspiring buses arrive? If you wait at a bus stop and the bus you wanted doesn't arrive at the right time, the adage goes that when the right one does show up, it will arrive as one in a row of three. Surely, I should have at least one inspirational bus show up.
Right then, here I am a bit woozy and I don't even see a flash of divine colour. I do see, however, lakes with some houses marooned in the middle of these lakes, where before, there were fields. In other pasture, sheep find paths by the rivers that have formed in them. The river itself, is in spate, what a speed the water travels at. It makes me dizzy to look at it. A footbridge over the water is still intact, though not long before, it was impassable, signs of the flooding and now receding water are visible. There are no water birds, such as ducks, in sight. They, no doubt, have sought protective nooks.
Roads are passable with much care. In parts the only way to pass is to take the centre and allow for informal one-car passage at a time. All this happened in one day and a night. In some areas there has been a month's rain in that time. Let's hope there'll be a lull that will give the extensive flooding there has been, the opportunity to subside.
Nature's mayhem is remarkable and cruel. Nature's buses I would not choose to wait for, yet, they came and in full force.
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