A Storm Called Carding Poem by Doris Cornago

Another storm hits my country called "Carding" and it changes many lives. The wetness and the mud linger although the wind has abated and the sky has cleared. This morning after the storm felt like that moment when your car gets crushed by a wayward truck and you are numbed by it, wondering what could you have done to prevent it from happening. You feel different and your epiphany comes that you do not know anything else but life is precious. You become more human and humbled by all the disasters which mar your plans. Everything is not according to your own timeframe.