In terms of logic

Not all the sentences have to follow one another. In terms of logic, that is. You can say what you need when you need to say it. When the floods started that was the beginning of trauma, when they wouldn’t cease that was the endlessness of our trauma. Oh, and then all of the authorities cared nothing of the people, asked them to fend for themselves. Without asking, that is. The people were distraught and caught in agonizing, since there wasn’t any sense either in the cruelty or in the lack of it during those times when they felt more ignored than anything else. It was hard to live for anything else but cringing and crying during those times. They were times when you could cringe and cry all day long without anyone looking at you funny, or with a pity mixed with dark humor.

Then the floods ceased but the people felt that they no longer belonged on land. Building again felt like pure stupidity, and most of us simply laid down our tools for doing so. We spent the time instead groaning, groaning at the changing colors of the sky, groaning at the sky when it refused to change colors, groaning in unison with the notes groaning from all sides of the bay. First the land was ripped from under our feet, now the waters were torn from around our breasts, and we heaved but we no longer had the waters to match our heaving. Even the one who learned to walk on the waters stumbled, the waters left so quickly.