Water, Water, Everywhere.

I laughed yesterday morning at "Market Vendor" on the radio, when heading back from school drop off, as he lamented how in Barbados "We does complain so much 'bout de rain. Barbados among de 10 most water distressed countries in the world. Why we can' be like otha islands and collect some o' dis here warter? Hey, hey hey!". Well, I laughed too, as I remembered the long, wet summers of Guinea when rain teemed down almost non-stop during the period July-August. That rain finds its way to the Caribbean, during our hurricane season.

Today, I just got a call that school was closing because the cloak room was getting flooded. I was shocked at first because I thought that my child had lessons in a class room, and wondered if this was some kind of cruel and unreasonable punishment being meted out for something that I as yet did not know. No. It was just where the children are herded before they can go home.

I knew it was raining heavily as a bedroom just had to be mopped; there is the lake forming in the front yard; there is the pounding thunder; there is the constant plop-plop of heavy rain.

So, I am looking through the Yellow Pages to find a number for a man with an ark. Not an architect, but someone who can take me away from this. I thought that my focusing on things other than financial turmoil I would find that my day was simpler. Now I have to go to be "Sponge Bob", even though I don't wear square pants.

After last week's flooding on the island, I guess we will hear more about blocked drains, and how they need to be cleared. We need to figure out how to put a finger in those rain-laden clouds.