Rainy River

Where are all the people of the river when it rains?  They seem to disappear.  It's a challenge to see and the fields are muddy, the water an inconvenience on clothing.  I have not been there recently due to things outside my control, schedules the river didn't know about, trips, practicalities and logistics.  I hope she can forgive me.  I didn't forget her.  I wonder if she feels lonely on these rainy mornings.  I wonder if she knows I'm there and can feel my gratitude for being in her presence.