The rain had finally softened to a drizzle, but the streets of Makati still looked like a war zone. Cars were stranded in the middle of the flooded intersections, headlights dimmed, some abandoned altogether. Timothy and Hana had been stuck for two hours on a parking ramp leading up from the flooded avenue, the TG Horizon perched just high enough to avoid the worst of the rising water.
Timothy leaned against the seat, phone in hand, scrolling through the pictures he'd taken earlier, the brown floodwater, the cars half-submerged, the line of pedestrians wading knee-deep in the filthy current. One photo showed the reflection of Ayala Tower One almost disappearing under the flood, poetic, in a grim way.
He sighed, opened his verified X account, and typed.
