We camped in the rainforest
trail blocked by wind fall
blown out fir trees
yet we found our way
The tent was small
in the night
the sound of water
my husband making rain
dVerse quadrillé prompt on rain
4 thoughts on “Rain Making”
I do love these nuggets of stories that we find in quadrilles, Jane. This one is complete – and a little cheeky!
It has been many years since I’ve tented outside while following a trail. Your poem makes me wonder if I should try it again.
Well I guess that was truly roughing it, as we say. I have a tent trailer sitting in my driveway that I surely won’t use again. Hard to part with the memories.
I do love to pitch my tent… but I wouldn’t dare to sleep without a rain-fly