I went on a Pioneer trek with my stake recently. It was fun, with lots of great food and my un-biological family was great; my sisters especially. And walking. Lots and lots of walking.
But this post is about day 3, the last of our trek before driving back home to take much-needed showers. It was the only day that rained. It was also the only day that we went off-trail. Very muddy, very wet were we. Plus, it was through a cow pasture for the most part, so there were also cat pats which we would accidentally run our hand carts' wheels through and get a new whiff every yard or so as the wheels went around. I was in back, pushing with my un-biological sister, Chantelle, when she started coming up with why the rain was a blessing. After a few moments, I started to add on with her. We were merrily thinking up new ways the rain was a good thing the rest of the way. I can't remember everything, but this is a little of our list. We called it: "Reasons for Rain."
No more Mosquitoes
No sunburns
We wouldn't get too hot
It helped wash out some of the manures off our wheels and shoes
Everything looked so much greener
It smelled better, even with the ripe cows
We weren't as thirsty
No more eating trail dust
There was much more, I'm sure, but that's what I can remember. Chantelle taught me something. Among all the other spiritual lessons I learned, this was one of the ones that really struck me: If it weren't for rain storms, nothing green could grow.
See, it rained the entire time while I was at scout camp. Actually, I take that back. It rainded literally every other hour of scout camp. Except for the sunny, glorious last day. I love the rain, but I must have went through seven pairs of shoes in five days, and I only brought two pairs of shoes. One of them is still in rehab.
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