Chapter 38
Wednesday morning and Nina was back home. She was meant to be servicing the tractor. Instead she was down the hill watching the water again. It had been raining for five days straight now, with no sign of let-up. The wild weather was the tail end of a tropical cyclone apparently, which had turned into a rain depression. The bureau hadn’t expected it to penetrate so far inland, and was hurriedly playing catch-up with river-level projections and flood warnings. It was nice to know that not everything could be explained away with science.
Nina stood with the wind in her face and the flood’s low roar in her ears. She couldn’t tear herself away. The river was like an awakened god – both terrible and beautiful. It was everywhere, filling up her senses, demanding worship.
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