They wail and grind their teeth as the brace the floods.
I’m kept safe and sound in a place called home.
The initial waves start creeping through the door, the window, the gate.
I was busy making coffee.
How they shout in agony knowing no one could hear.
I was busy tweeting quotes.
How warm is my bed, how comfortable I am, how safe I have become.
But they are still grinding their teeth, hoping against hope, screaming in desperation.
What a life.
What a response.