208 - Given to the Flow of Water

Ahem. Blast this cough of mine. It will be the death of me. This wet would not help. Every one of the young people knew that time was of the essence. Everyone also knew that I would be the first here, to the river. The water had risen a bit and the rain on the surface as loud as gravel falling on a road. There was no way for me to find shelter from this, and no reason. The perimeter