Our weekend away
Full of expectation
Dad put up the tent
The beach was willing us to it
Our camping spot overlooked the rolling waves.
Then it rained.
Poured down,
Dad said to stay inside
The tent was water proof
But then a leak appeared
Dad said to move to the side
We huddled together
Still, the rain came down
Water was coming in under the tent
Dad dug a drain
But it filled
Spilled in over my clothes
I wanna go home I cried
Dad said it all part of the camping experience
Suck it up
Tomorrow will be fine.
What about now? We ask.
Water is getting deeper
The tent might float away.
Dad has had enough
Says let’s pack up.
Hours later, we are home, wet, unhappy, disillusioned.
The tent is up in the backyard
Dad says we’ll try another weekend
We protest,
He may have his work cut out for him.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/12/26/tale-weaver-255-weekend-december-26/
Morpethroad 
Taking unwilling kids on a camping trip is a difficult job!
Good ole dad knows best, don’t give in to the weather. It’s just a shower. Two floods later…
I liked the way you told it.
Thanks so much. Something very similar did happen to me once. So glad to get home.
Yea, I bet. And we’re always so stubborn, don;’t want to admit defeat… afraid we’ll be seen as weak, wheeas, in fact,, it’s just being sensible. A word my daughters have NEVER applied to me. Of which I do not brag 🙂
Camping can be fun…sometimes. My oldest and I went camping one Easter at Kiama. It poured, our inflatable mattresses floated in our tent, but we had heaps of fun all the same. I wouldn’t like to do it now though 😀