I just passed by. And it was not even my decision to come your way. What I have is just an eye. Not even a pair. I do not have ears. I do not have free will. And one sure thing I know you are to say, I do not have that muscle you call Heart.

As much I as I want to say I have one, I know you would not believe. I will not disagree. As I travelled away, I looked back and witnessed what I bore. Water. Water everywhere. It was terrible. I did not like what I saw. It was not really my intention to hurt anyone. And as I looked back, I realize you may be right. I may really have no heart.

As much as I want to say how sorry I am, I can never do it. Will you let me come back just to say it? Forgive me or not, it can never repair the damage. I have done so much. And I know you are mad.

Houses sunk. Cars afloat. Elders and children suffered. Lots of people stranded. No food to eat, no shelter but the roof.

Lots of dead bodies. Many are still missing.

But come to think of it, do I deserve all the blame?

I was not the first one. My brother Milenyo passed by too three years ago. Many of my relatives also did, years and decades back. To speak on their behalf, we did not have a single choice. We were sent here, and we came. There is no way we can deny what Mother Nature told us to do.

We are enemies to you. But may I ask? Why do we always get you unprepared? We never came unnoticed. We never hid our strength. We never even veiled our path.

Stop for a moment and think. And please, before you throw all the curse on us, let me say to all of you, you are the victims, but we are not victors. And a favor I ask, let this serve another lesson, and learn that lesson by heart.

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