On the Roof Tops

As I turn on the T.V. tears began to roll down my face as I see from nature’s destruction. So many families sitting on roof tops. On the roof tops they sit with hands reaching up to the sky waiting for the rescue chopper to fly by. As they sit on the roof tops what thought must be racing through their minds. Some are probably wondering do their love ones even know that they are still alive. While other on the roof tops are wondering how they will rebuild when all they had was in the home that is now nothing more but a survival raft. Then there are those on the roof tops who bellies rumbles from days of hunger. Unfortunately there are even those on the roof tops figuring out how they can blame this tragedy on the city and get paid. All kinds of people from all different walks of life but because of nature’s mighty wind blow now are one of the same. They are the people on the roof tops.