When Mother Earth decides to make her presence known, we must listen.
We humans are nothing but ants on her skin.
She stretches, the ground moves. She roars, and we hear nothing else.
Mother Nature knows when things are not right.
Silence precedes the dog's barking and the sparrow's flight.
Then her mouth opens and the city falls.
Alarms of man overshadow the screams.
The heart races and fear is all you know.
You have no control, just clinging for life, praying for it to end.
Then silence. It's unbearable.
You can't move, waiting for it to strike again.
You know it's coming. You've been through this before.
And it does.
I hear you, dear Mother. Please let me live.
On February 22, 2011, at 12:51pm, a 6.3 magnitude quake struck Canterbury, New Zealand, only 10 km (6 miles) from the centre of Christchurch and at a depth of 5 km (3.1 miles). The residents of Christchurch had been living with aftershocks from a 7.1 quake that occurred 6 months prior. But when Mother Earth roared on that fateful day, all those years ago, not only did citizens of Christchurch listen, the whole world listened.
The February 2011 quake changed our lives forever, but has made the city of Christchurch a stronger community.