RAIN

RAIN, has to be my least favorite four letter word.

As a Harvey flood victim I haven't even wanted to be in a bathtub full of water for more than 5 minutes, there is something about the uncontrollable motion that water is made up of. My heart breaks and my stomach drops every time I hear rain drops falling on the ground. There wasn't lighting during the flood that I can remember but my head wasn't even attached to my body that day. I remember the night before we lost everything but what made us well us. I never thought I could be so lost. I felt like more than all my materials things had floated away with the rushing waters. I vowed that I would be strong enough to handle what ever happened to us next, I wasn't ready for that. The day the water had gone away was one rough day. People arrived by the masses to help our street, random people who didn't even know our name and people who were there when our names were given to us. I knew it wouldn't be easy but the amount of time it took to take out the walls in our home felt like a blink of an eye. For the longest time you could see the hurt in people's eyes when they found out that we lost pretty much everything we had before the storm hit but we didn't want peoples pity we wanted their respect.  We are survivors.