She watches disasters from the safety of her living room.
Too much water in the north
Too much fire in the south
She was just in the middle worrying about silly things.
How blessed her life be. How small and yet precious it is to her. She has cold milk in the fridge. And food. And her car is parked outside where she parked it,
not floating down the road
or burnt out trying to escape a fire storm.
Her loved ones are not drowned or scorched.
A little fire can warm you up. A little water can cool you down.
Its a question of balance
And I wholeheartedly and foolishly wish for a big hand to pick up all the water in the north and rain it softly and effectively in the south.
Rain in the right place buggerit.
