In Northern Mexico, there was a drought last year and the beginning of this year. There was a lack of water for small towns and families were struggling to have enough water for the bare necessities. Crops died, cows were reduced to skin and bones, and if you looked at their sceneries, there was more brown than green.
My grandmother explained to me a few months ago about the water shortage and how they’ve been struggling to get by. They were praying for water to come, else there would’ve been irreversible damages to the entire region.
But this June, dark clouds arrived in Northern Mexico, and they were carrying large amounts of water. For the first time in over a year, it was raining.
And when it rained, it poured. A lot of water arrived and it created new problems for Northern Mexico, new difficulties for my grandmother and my family. The dirt streets were flooding, roads looked like rivers, more accidents occurred after the arrived water than before. Every other day came with heavy rain and thunderstorms— many had to alter their plans to accommodate the rain.
I asked people, including my grandmother, on how they felt about the rain, and they all said the same thing:
“It’s better to have too much water than no water.”
It seems that these new problems are better to have than the previous problems.
Here’s my inspiration for the day.