My friend who lives near a dam takes shelter with us. While she gathers her things in her house, I wait in my car, staring up through the closed sunroof in my Subaru, mesmerized by the rain, the rain, the rain.

Shortly before nightfall, we walk downtown where the water flows around houses, through the community gardens, and drowns the t-ball field. A crowd gathers beside the Lamoille River. At first, I think the storm has turned to thunder, a booming and smashing, and then I realize the roiling river is filled with boulders and tree trunks. I’ve been following and watching the rise and fall of rivers for years now, lived on back roads that have washed out, cautioned my daughters never to drive over running water.

But this.

The river is alive. The river rises like a wave, brown and frothy, taking precisely and entirely what it wants.

Home again, safe in our house on the hill, the rain pours down. Hope you’re all well and safe out there, too…. More info about my state can be found on VTDigger.