Cholera threatens.

As I prepare for sleep the soft rain should gently rock me into my first visions-divine.
Yet, in this night, rain brings fear, for the water is what gives life, the water is what threatens, the water is what revives back.
Purity.
If not in the physical, give time to the cerebral things that one with cholera cannot control--their own fate.

Think thoughts of clarity: mental, scientific.
Give time to thoughts of hope.
A plea never to be forgotton.
This creation,
this concoction
that destroys the lives of humans, comes from humans.
Clarity. Clarity of one part oxygen
two parts hydrogen
plus the chemistry of man.
Softest substance known to man and woman.
Harshest when the rain pours down, breaks down man.
Together,
it can be our greatest hope,
our greatest plague.