Rain, Rain...

Tonight on my stroll home from the reliable Harold B. Lee Library, there was a light sprinkle of rain. Nostalgic feelings came to my mind of simply one of the greatest feelings. The feeling I am talking about doesn’t come all at once, it is a remarkable process which I will explain. This process begins with preferably a several mile hike, backpacking to a remote location in the wilderness to set up camp. Tents are pitched and every adventurer enjoys their dinner while relaxing around the toasty fire. As the embers slowly burn throughout the cool night, you notice thousands of stars doting the dark sky in patches as clouds begin to take over the tiny specks of light. You notice the remaining coals have called it a night and decide to follow suit. After a refreshing session of brushing your teeth with fresh cold spring water, rain starts to sprinkle as you crawl in your dry tent and sleeping bag. Once in your comfy mummy bag, the rain patter starts to come down harder. Protecting you from the downpour, your tent provides the perfect place to enjoy the peaceful relaxing sound of rain while trying to sleep. Bliss is reached as long as the downpour doesn’t turn into a sort of intense storm causing flooding and soaked gear.
Note to self: do not listen to Dane Cook when you need to study and do homework, too distracting.