Water water everywhere...

Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner is a major poem by the English poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Indeed, oceans, rivers, ponds, lakes and streams -- they are all water. Floods are not. It is nature's choice weapon when it resorts to aggression. Its arsenal has still more weapons to chose from; earth, fire, and wind.
After repeated warnings, it has now resorted to water in Pakistan.
Warnings were served from time to time. First, Pakistan was hit by a mega earth quake on 7 October 2005. That accounted for the earth as the first weapon of choice used against us. The wind came next. Typhoon Phet that took 15 lives in Karachi before it left us for the western coast of India spared us what could have been a devastation of Katrina proportions. The wind left us only with a tight slap on the wrist for the things to come. However, it left a little message from mother nature in the Terminator style, "I will be back'. It is back indeed...with fresh fire power of the water.
As always, we never pay any attention to these things since we like to think that God is always on our side. As if God takes sides and that we are more equal than others. We have a right to believe in whatever we want to but mother nature is blazing guns at us right now. Its orders to the flood waters are simple; no mercy and take no prisors; kill at will.
The US Marines, Pakistan Army, the NGOs, the reglious clerics, the dams and the damn fools we have for our politicians; nothing and no one can withstand the fury of flood water. It isn't done unless mother nature says so. In the meantime, dig as many graves as possible.
Evian anyone!