the flood

For the first time distinct ideas of danger began to press upon her, but there was no choice of courses, no room for hesitation, and she floated into the current. Swiftly she went now, without effort; more and more clearly in the lessening distance and the growing light she began to discern the objects that she knew must be the well-known trees and roofs ... For the first time Maggie's heart began to beat in an agony of dread. She sat helpless—dimly conscious that she was being floated along ...
George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss.

Leonardo da Vinci: Drawing of a Flood, ca. 1500.