A rain that soaked my bones. + plans for the future. (Diary)

After setting my securities and most importantly of my family, I'd want to live my life as a homeless person in a rainy city for a month or two. I want to feel what that old woman before the hospital is feeling this instant. Its been raining since three days and nights now. All she had at my final sight was a thin blanket, a paper plate of food, and the tiniest roof lacking the other three walls.

I have a similar blanket to hers, but I have more with the four thick walls guarding me from the cold and I am served sacrifice-meat of this Eid made of love and potent Indian masalas. She lacks love too. I wonder what happened to her family. Most probably she was outcast by her child. What poor luck, what strong bones to bear this murderous cold. Cruel cold. This cold rain feels like hell. Maybe there is a part of hell not burning. So uncomfortable. The thought of her poor present condition is uncomfortable. My cozy fluffy bed in comparison to her's feels uncomfortable.

I want to organise a shelter for the homeless people of this town and then the world. "The first step is the hardest" I've always heard. "The hardest part is starting" I know. I must've started yesterday.

Three running skies of evil clouds filled the lake.

Now they say the dam three blocks down is about to break.

People got notice to empty home.

They're taking what they can take. Leaving their heaters behind.

Leaving wood to soak.

Even wood won't light this cold.

I'm living in the elevated part, opposite the flood's way. Is Luck on my side? If it really is, I must test it. My best gift to those poor homeless, a fire. It'll be welcome.

This sound of rain was music a few days ago. It pricks my ears now. A flood on the way, would wash away homes, making more homeless. I must make shelter for them too. If not me, then who?

Ah! I can only hear a plastic sheet striking raindrops now. Some dripping leaves. It seems the clouds did have some shame. Been pissing on this town for a shameful many days. Even hid the sun to make less visible of the streams, no rainbows too. Good riddance.

The Plan to make the shelters possible; To be made. Open for suggestions.

The plan to arrange for heating; To be made.

Plan for Food; To be made. Open for suggestions.

Plan to set them up for jobs; To be made. Open to suggestions.

Plan for me to move away, live homeless for a while; To be made.