Later she would remember it started to pour

the storm blew everything out

before the coffee finished its brew

and she could finish reading a report

on some boys holed up in a derelict house

after stoning a swan to death

she wrapped her head in a towel

and sat down by the open window

even the sound of the river was not there

the memory of the sound was

even though her husband did not appear in the door

talking to her about the day ahead

the day ahead was there