Yesterday, I took a little trip to the local nature center. Nobody in my family wanted to come, so I went myself. I picked up a hiking map, and embarked down the longest trail through the woods. It was very peaceful. Nobody else was on the trail. It was just me and the wild creatures who lived out there.
About an hour into the hike, I heard the rumbling of thunder. I looked up through the trees and saw that the skies were turning gray. Rain was on the way. I was going to continue my hike, but decided it would be best to turn back.
I didn't quite make it. The rain came down. The leaf canopy shielded me from some of it, but soon it became saturated. Water ran off the leaves, drenching me from head to toe.
Hmmm, I thought. Since I'm already wet, I think I'll just stay out here and see what else I can find.
So that's what I did. I found an old graveyard and the ruins of an old settlement. I even saw a frog laying eggs. I took pictures while the rain poured down.
When I was finished, I headed back to civilization. I saw one intrepid little girl splashing in the puddles. She was as soaked as I was. She took one look at me, and started laughing. So what did we do? We splashed in the puddles together. In the rain.
I made my way back to the nature center building and went inside. A lot of people were in there, waiting for the rain to pass. They all looked at me and chuckled. I was sure I looked like quite a sight.
When I got to the car and looked in the rear view mirror, I laughed. My makeup was running down my face, and my hair was a tangled, soaked mess. I pulled a few leaves out of it. I looked like a drowned raccoon!
When I got home, my husband shook his head. "What are you doing here? Wildlife is supposed to be left in the park!"