Rain

I just got back from my morning walk. It was another gullywasher last night.  I keep thinking about the misery of the people in the tent camps. Those camps were poorly planned, impromptu affairs to start with, and after a year in the tropical sun, the tarps and tent materials have deteriorated, been patched and repatched. The inner city camps were built in parks, on soccer fields and the lawns of government buildings, wherever there was open space. The tents were placed right next to each other, and little consideration was given to water drainage, cooking space, toilet facilities. A recipe for misery.
In contrast, the tent cities in Pakistan were built substantially to withstand winter conditions, in rows, on plots with graded drainage. The critical difference was that the heavily affected areas were not crowded cities of millions, and open space was readily available.