Water Fell

During the month of December in 1999 in Caracas, Venezuela, rain fell for approximately 15 days. Rivers overflowed. Waterfalls that were scenic stops on a walk through the mountains became drunk, raging rivers that stormed through Caracas. The land, already abused by overpopulation, trembled and slid away. Approximately thirty thousand people died and hundreds of thousands more lost their homes. The first thing I heard when I went to of the barrios was, "Water fell, Senora, water fell". What the witness was trying to explain, was that the water came and the houses fell. In each of the stories and poems in my collection a cascade of events knocks down and changes something in each of the characters' lives. In each of their lives water comes and things fall.