Something has been washed into the river by the storm..
..churning up clouds of white foam in the wier.
The water high and carrying things along that have fallen in.
The sky.. and the foam.. and the clouds of mud.. and the sky.. Later there will be fog, a crazy person will try to force my car off the road on purpose, and I will get lost amongst beautiful villages when I escape. Later still, there will be another storm. Forked lightening, power cuts, hailstones like marbles and flooded roundabouts. A manhole cover will burst under my car. But I don't know any of this now.
