Katrina

I wake to a different place



the air heavy and damp



I'm just waiting for the bus to come, for Brownie to tell me the plan



What's next, how do we get out



Why did it rain so



Why did she go so far



I was standing in the jungle



Deep in the disaster



Geting the signal about aftershocks and drama



Loking at the grafitti on the ruins



Adieu



Maybe thats what Brownie is planning



Maybe that's what the rain means.