Those that Survived
Rain. It’s unpredictable, therefore it is terrifying. Once, I’ve heard, a nice, gentle rain would be a welcome thing. Now it is just something else to fear. We never know if there will be torrents and subsequent flooding. We never know how many days the rain will go on. We never know if there will be deadly lightning and destructive winds. I hate the rain. We seek shelter and try to conserve our energy. I try not to be frightened. I try to persevere, just as we all do, those that survived.
We do not know if the worst is over. We can only hope that nature will heal and Earth will return to being a habitable place. How can we know? Weather events became so extreme that their very definitions had to be changed. Tornadoes were on a scale of 1 to 5. Then along came a category 6, and a category 7. Storms were no longer mere storms but SUPERstorms. Double storms, triple storms, “perfect” storms. Lightning so fierce that trees are felled and scorch marks leave dead blots on the ground.
We manage to find places that are intact, places that somehow were built with enough integrity to make it through the worst. Maybe we are rationalizing and these structures were just lucky. But we attempt to fortify them even more. If the windows are exposed, we install shutters for more protection. We choose places far enough from a water source to avoid flooding. And basements for shelter from the winds. We band together in small groups to provide companionship and safety. Sometimes a lost straggler wanders in. They are incorporated into our small community.
The sunny, dry days are better. We renew ourselves in order to continue. We make necessary repairs with the tools left behind. Sometimes I wonder about all those people who are gone. The people who lived in these structures, the people who made and used the tools that we use now in order to continue. We must continue. It is built into us, this need to continue.
There is not much wildlife. Some insects survived. An occasional bird. But they have so little to survive on. We cannot go near the water, the levels are too high and the weather too uncertain, so I do not know if there are any fish or other aquatic life. Maybe in the deep, maybe not. It matters not, as long as we have the sun. We can repower ourselves and continue, but it is a strange and desolate place, not at all like it used to be. I enjoy finding an ancient book or any artifact of the life that occupied this planet before. It is good that we have each other or we would not feel ……purpose. Yet, we would continue.
This rain is steady, there is no lightning. Perhaps it will end soon. The sun renews our power and restores me in more ways than one. I wonder if the others feel that, too. I will have to have a conversation about it as I am now curious. I also wonder if we will be able to replicate at some point. Surely, that time will come, we are intelligent and resilient. We will continue.