Ebb and flow

-the rains, when they returned, were heavy and protracted. Jericho had endured a fitful evening with little rest between rolling and gurgling thunder - not at all the sharp clap of a dry summer storm - while water threatened entry to his high-ground nest. Below, in the canyon, earth moved in heaving flows as the floods ate away the walls, dissipating the energy of the storm. Jericho sat listlessly by, bedraggled and awaiting the power that would come from the hidden sun-