Amy

The Wretched Trip

"Get into the tent!" Mr. Figgy hollered. The rain is pouring in buckets down at us, nobody had an umbrella, and the afternoon is a nightmare. We were camping in the forest when we heard the rain pouring, it gave us no warnings, it went straight down. We ran took a 1 minute run toward the tent, our boots splashed in the muddy waters, there were water dripping from our hair, and finally, we crawled into the tents under the trees which was our only protection. Everyone was in an unsightly sight, with disheveled hair, wet and dirty clothes, and muddy boots, but nobody seemed to notice. Our heart beats went back to normal after a few seconds, our stagger breathing ceased. The tent is damp and cold, wet foot prints scatted the tent floor. Then we realized our condition, our clothes are soaked with rain, and we changed into another pair of clothes, but other than that, we have nothing else to make things any better. We peered out into the misty forest, still raining, but we can see nothing but a drab, green color. We went back in the tent, we wrapped ourselves in our blankets, still shivering. Everyone was quiet, the only sound that was heard is the "Shhh. Shhh. Shhh." sound of the rain splashing against the ground, and the "Tick. Tick. Tick." of rain drops that fell from the trees above us on the tents. Also, after 5 seconds or so, a crash of roaring thunder. We thought of nothing to do, so we waited... and waited...and waited... to what felt like a year had passed. Finally, the ticking and splashing sound softened, and finally ceased.