Recently my country was subjected to several consective days of intense rain fall. As cliche as this may sound, I must say, for a while many of us did not think it would stop. In the space of mere weeks two hurricanes passed by my little island and although we were spared from the full effect of the hurricane, the trial it left behind was brutal. Things once taken for “granted” had now found its owe signiciant space in our hearts.
Known for its beautiful, lush vegetation and emaculate scenery, my fellow citizen and I were forced to watch as the rains pelted crops and destroyed roads as well as caused mayhem in the lives of its victims. Many news of severe flooding, lost of lives, completely destruction of roads and landslides filled the press. This was a very hard period but gradually the rain slowly stopped.
What the rain taught us
The rain opened our eyes as to how tunneled our vision had become since the start of this Covid pandemic. It had created somewhat a veil over our memory that we are in what is dubbed the hurricane season. Much like life, we sometimes allow our vision to be so narrowed by certain circumstances that may arise with the sole intention of crippling us or leaving other critical areas of our life unattented to. Which inturn does more harm than we had anticipated. So what has the rain taught us! It taught us to find balance and not to allow any one thing to hold us or our focus hostage. How to find new ways and means of coping with sudden misfortune and how to adapt our previous plans to accommodate this misfortune as well as how to be grateful for the little things life has to offer.
I do sympathize with the countries that we dealt a heavy blow and hope that there ecomony will gradually find it footing amidst hurricanes and the global pandemic.
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