“Should I set up the second tent, just in case it rains?” Mike asked me, as I looked up at the bright blue sky with one puffy white cloud off in the distance. The question was kind of stupid since the second tent was really a recreational tent to keep mosquitoes out, not rain.
“No, it doesn’t look like it will rain.” I pointed to the sky.
We had been camping for five days at this point “It has rained every day; I am going to set it up.”
As he threw the forest green tarp over the top of the erect second tent a drop of rain hit my forehead, dark black clouds had gathered above us within moments, the rain began falling harder and harder. “I guess that was a good call.” I told him as we went into the tent to share some drinks and play cards.
The rain became more and more violent, lighting surrounded us and playing the counting game was more stressful rather than easing to my mind.
Lightning BOOM. Lightning BOOM. I was pretty sure something was going to catch on fire near us, if it wasn’t us getting hit by lightning. The wind shifted and the rain began pouring in on us. Mike looked dejected and irate, as if I had made the rain change course. I remembered seeing a plastic table cloth at the bottom of the box we were playing cards on, I got it out and held it up against the rain. It worked pretty well, though we had a pretty sizeable amount of water at the bottom of our tent by this point; at the very least it was something to do in a situation where we weren’t too sure what might happen next.
Mike tried to help me figure out how to hook the table cloth to something in the tent so that it would stay up on its own. When we finally had everything squared away we sat back down in our seats, water all around us. I giggled and Mike got mad. “I am sorry I cannot have fun right now!”
I looked at him a little shocked and completely not shocked at all. As if I couldn’t read his miserable little face.
“You are the one that likes rain, I don’t like this. This is not a preferable situation.” he spat.
I looked at him like I was going to bite his face off, who the fuck would think this was a preferable situation. For the better half of twenty minutes we sat in silence while the storm played violently around us. So not only was I quite a bit freaked out, convinced at any moment we could be struck by lightning but my boyfriend felt it pertinent to point out this fact and made me more upset. Stupid sometimes significant others can be stupid.
Side note, we did not get struck.
-ducksoup- 