I had a dream last night.

I dreamt the morning had come, after a long night indoors.
I stepped outside into an unfamiliar landscape, onto solid ground;
there had been a major flood, and the flood had crested.
As I walked around the edge of the floodwaters,
they were so high that the ground beneath them was completely submerged,
and trees stuck out above the water.
It was an overcast gloomy dawn.
Then the sun came out and rose, brightening and clearing the sky.
And before my eyes,
the floodwaters receded.
I could see the ground around the trees.
The streets were flowing with water,
but at least the streets could be seen now.
And other people came out, walking about in the sunshine and calm air.