Horizontal unrelenting rain. Wind snapping trees like twigs and lifting roofs. It sounded like a train as the mountain slid down the hillside taking everything in its wake. Tidal surges flooded buildings. Nothing untouched, all smelling of rot. No food. No clean water. No shops. No electricity. No fuel. Help.
In response to Sarah Brentyn’s prompt Help in aid of the victims of Hurricanes Maria, Irma and Harvey.