12 hour rain.

One my first day I was filled with glee

But I had forgot life's other philosophies.

My outlook on life was so cheery and bright

But after the rains I saw the other light.

I read and wrote, but it was still raining.

Ate bread and oats, but it was still raining.

Still it rained and poured 

So we slept and snored

Confined to our tent

we were prisoners of camping.

My zen view now bent 

So my core still needs revamping.

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