It Rained at the Campout

It rained at the campout

It had been overcast all day

"Maybe that's why the others left," said A.

"Could be," said K.

"But we're not quitters," said me.

We took shelter under our canopy

It thundered and M didn't like it.

We told her it was Thor

And that seemed to help.

The rain poured down

Through pine needle boughs.

Plip, plip, plip on our canopy

The smell of rain-soaked earth.

Tat, tat, tat, tat, tat

Frozen pebbles against the fabric

Take their entrance and bows

In a matter of seconds

Plip, plip, plip, stop

More thunder rumbles

"I'm ready for a nap," says K.

"Me too," says A.

"Communal naptime!" says Me.

So we retire to the tent.

It rained at the campout,

But we're not quitters.