When It Rains It Pours

Brian Cairns

1994

A torrent of water races down towards us, crashing its way through anything that gets in its path, rain so thick you can barely see through it slashes its way down from the unyielding grumbling black clouds above.

We, on a tiny dingy, slowly edge towards freedom as we bob nervously back and forth. I see the true extent of the damage, what was once a street has become a wild river that goes as far as the eye can see down the street this I feel has truly turned out to be much more dramatic a day that I first imagined. ... (continues)