getting greedy (july 26th)

At first it sounded like a distant waterfall, who's deafening sound was muffled by the scores of trees surrounding it, but if that had been true, why then would it be getting louder? And perhaps more intriguing, why was the smile on Nate's face getting bigger and his eyes more twinkling? I turned around in the kayak, hearing the sound of the pelting rain falling and upsetting the thick woods that were above the gorge of the river. Like pencil streaks the water was coming, hard and fast, and like a approaching wave it was rolling onto the river, and the once calm water was rippling with the force of the drops which were thick and full. The line of rain came rolling towards us, in a progression as distinct as a line being drawn in the sand, or an army taking over a field.

Like the radio slowly being cranked up, the rain flushed over us and like a wave, telling us that it didn't care that we were getting wet. That it was its turn, it was coming through and we would have to agree.

And all we could do was smile, laugh and getting very very wet.

We coasted down the water of the river and we paddled amongst the dancing drops on the surface for a little while until the cloud had its say and relinquished our attention back to the calm of the day and passed us without looking back.

It was as close to magic as you will find on a beautiful Saturday afternoon on the river. In fact, it probably was the best definition of magic you'll ever find, and the best use of a Saturday on the river you'll ever have.