You fall back on the soft topsoil of the forest floor with an apathetic sigh and the bubbling sound of the stream threatens to lull you to sleep. Rain begins to fall from the sky with more determination, pushing past the thick foliage with heavy, cold drops. Your hand throbs with pain and the rain is making the scrapes burn but it's not enough to wake you from this delerium induced dream. The water nearby loses its calm bubbly sound and begins to roar. The crash of a breaking limb echoes from upstream and the rising water laps at your feet. You turn your head to see a wave of brown water carrying dirt, lives, branches, and... it that a tree? coming from upstream. It's flooded with the recent rain fall and you're in the path of watery devestation.

I've changed my mind, it's time to move.