Rain on a tin roof ... do you love that sound?

It rained last night.

Rain on a tin roof. I love that sound.
And I dread it.
I love the accompanying electrical storms.
And I dread them.

I'm cosy.
Window open for a cool breeze. I love that.
Lightning flashing all around, illuminating the property. Spectacular.
Thunder cracking and rumbling. Awe-inspiring.

I'm cosy. Others are not.
Makeshift shelters. Rooves leaking in the pounding rain.
Or no shelter. Making do under trees or under papyrus mats hooked precariously to verandahs.
I'm protected from the elements. Others are not.
My bed is well off the ground. Others sleep on rising damp.

I ask myself, "Why them? Why not me?"

I don't know.
But, dear God, let me never take my blessings for granted.
Let me not abuse my position of privilege.
And let empathy guide my actions and attitudes.