Too much chicken, too late, after a stressful day at work. My mind and guts wrestled the night away to the accompaniment of rain falling on stuff and wet stuff blowing about the garden, rattling windows, trying the doors and gates and driving trees to wild frenzy.
The village had grown about 20 acres of lake by morning and the journey to work required fording. I found a new waterfall.
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