Dip your hand into the river change its course forever. The rain that would not come is falling now. The world is different. People float at the edge of the crowd, the shifting crowd with its mutable edge, its protean center of gravity. You can ride its current like a dolphin like a shark like Calypso like a whale, crest its bank like a flood like a tide like a wave like a tsunami. Listen to the current the ferocious grind of water on water.