Rain, rain, go away!
The yard is a bog, the creek has risen, the flowers are limp, and spirits are low.
Summer is the time for outdoor fun, not pressing your face to the win
dow and wishing for a rainbow.
All this rain reminds me of the time I took the three boys camping in Delaware. It was a really nice camp, with lots of activities for the children, walking trails, and all the things a good campsite should have.
Unfortunately, it rained all week. My one week of vacation, which I had paid good money for, and all it did was rain.
Was the trip a washout? Heck, no.
The counselors carried on with their games. The kids made ponchos from garbage bags, shucked their shoes off, and played along.
I rigged up an awning from a sheet of plastic and some clothes line so we could sit outside. We had a very small, Swedish camper that barely had room for me and the boys to stretch out at night, so we had to cook, eat and sit outside. Which we did, to the pleasant accompaniment of rain hitting our makeshift "roof."
My sister and her family had the site next to mine. We got together and made endless cups of hot tea and read our books around the campfire. Her husband napped. I was a single mom at the time, so entertaining another adult was nor something I had to worry about.
It was a great trip and we had a great time. Toward the end of the week the clouds dispersed and the sun came out.
By that time, it really didn't matter. We had learned to work with the weather instead of fighting it or complaining. When I mention it now, the boys (now with children older than they were at the time) tell me they don't remember the rain, just the fun they had.