Silence filled the river. I was playing with the zip on my pyjamas when a clash of thunder boomed down on my makeshift shelter for the night: an old raft with a cardboard box on top of it. A streak of lightning cascaded down from the sky, causing the box to fly away. I was now cold, and what made it even worse was that the raft swam away, deeper and deeper into the depths of nowhere. I was trapped, for sure. Another bolt of lightning came whizzing past, the luminous orange colour was the only light for miles around.