Rain, rain on my face hasn’t stopped raining for days my world is a flood slowly I become one with the mud but if I can’t swim after forty days and my mind is crushed by the crashing waves lift me up so high that I cannot fall lift me up… (when I’m falling) lift…

flood…do we look worried?

leaving it all in our wake…

christa is happy we’re escaping the deluge

even pushing can be fun

like the lewis and clark expedition–in thai

water resistent luggage

don’t park here

tourist police fight crime not floods

a little water won’t stop trekkers and rock climbers