By the time I had informed the office that I wasn’t going to show up, the water level had risen to around six inches inside the house. Barely 10 minutes before this photo was taken I was still outside taking a video of the water rushing past the gates out on the street, and of our concrete garden sinking into the muddy waters. Good thing we had enough time to bring all electrical equipment onto dry table tops.
When Maia first saw the flood inside the house she exclaimed as clear as day “What’d you do?!” as if it were the entire household’s fault that her living room was under water. A few minutes later she stood on the stairs and kept calling out “Help! Help!” as her cartoon friends would when they were in trouble.
In the meantime, Kuya Maui had to find alternative means to amuse himself while he was unable to sit in front of the computer … and in retro fashion dug out his box of Lego blocks, which he hadn’t touched for more than a year.
The rain must have started in the wee hours of the morning. When I woke at a quarter to six it was the steady downpour that we feared. Steady downpours are dangerous in our area. Sudden squalls do not bring floods. It’s the slow and steady rain that doesn’t stop that eventually becomes the river outside the gate, and the tide that rushes into the house, leaving us with no alternative but to wait until it does stop.
We were still fortunate, of course, as we only had to wade in six inches of murky water. The area near the creek, just a turn from the nearest corner must have been waist deep. And to think the barangay had dug up our sidewalks just last June to put in their flood-control culverts under ground.
Barangay Vitalez, as you may well know by now, it didn’t work.