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 was 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.
I ran with all my strength. The water was only a few feet away as I crossed the river. Just as the tip of my boots touched the other end, I heard the giant monster of running mud roaring pass me. The line between life and death was only a second away.
That was my Indiana Jones moment, feeling foolish yet heroic.