A River In Flood

                      Last Summer I happend to be in my village, about 20 miles south of Jhang. for over a week the wet spell had been a delightful experience. The rain was driven in sharp bursts by the rushing wind. One morning on the early hours there went up a cry "water, water". The Chenab was in flood.There was water in our big courtyard. The low-lying part of the village was under three feet of water.panic gripped the whole village.There were bushels on almost every head. Most of the folks started moving through the flooded fields towards the nearby high mound.It was a scene of greate misery. From the corner of the high mound I had the first glimpse of the river in flood. The entire area upto the far-off road bridge and even beyond was just one sheet of muddy water.Logs were seen floating fast. The trees all round,with half their trunks in water, stood firm like unfolded umbrellas. Far below we saw the floating bodies of horses and cows. The flood all around and the floating objects on water filled our heart with dread.