Storm Tents
Scattered red, grey nylon tents, cheerful on grass patch clearing, surrounded by shadowy native bush, thin five millimetre pegs gingerly gripping stony soil. BBQ burger eaten, Sleeping bag ready, Pillow ready, Snooze ready, And the grey sky begins its torment. Bare foot through puddles to outdoor sink Teeth now toothpaste fresh ready, Paddle back to tent, mud flecks appearing on toes. Carefully creep into tent, trying to avoid dragging rain water inside, but drops gather holding hands on doorway floor entrance, laughing at my attempt. Cocooned in sleeping bag, only pummelling rain can be heard, the "haven't had rain like this in ten years" deluge. I smile, snuggle deeper mind embracing the storm, I will survive wind ripping at tent, rain, ground water searching seeking to drip inside. Sleep envelops my thoughts, the storm backgrounds to dreams of mountain biking through brown water puddles! WALT: To communicate an experience, w...