Rainfall. I left the hotel by myself, arming only with my umbrella. I wasn?t planning to wander far. When I crossed the river, it was completely dry. I lingered on the other bank, strolling here and there, with no particular destination in mind. Then I saw the water. Still, I thought nothing of it. I always expected the change of nature was gradual, like the shaping of mountain and the traveling of glacier. Perhaps there would be a little bit of flooding, no worry, I got Gortex boots. The hotel staffs on the opposite bank urged me to run. What?s the hurry? It was only a bit of rain. Then I saw the tip of the flood, it didn?t flow like a tame kitty like I expected, instead it roared like a thousand lions and rushed like a million stallions.
The shouting from the other bank urged me to run and run I did, with all my life and all my strength. The water was only a few feet away as I crossed the river. When I looked back, the once dried river was packed with a giant monster of running mud. The line between life and death was only a second away.
That was my Indiana Jones moment, feeling foolish yet heroic.