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>>Let me tell you a story.<<

It's quiet and eerie, watching the flood waters rise up from the river. There's been no rain here-abouts for a couple of days, but up river, up north, the rain has been falling.

I suppose there is sound with that rain, north where it is falling. But here, it is silent, the rain only appearing in the colors on the television weather map, only rising in the waters now crossing the fields and approaching our house.