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When the Floods Came

Sophie had always loved the river that ran behind their house. It was where she and her friends swam, fished and played on long summer afternoons. It was where they’d watched the occasional storm roll across the wide sky, watched lightning split the clouds, and heard the rain drum on the roof. She was eight when she learned the flood story. It was the story her grandparents told on nights when they’d have a storm.