No problem.....no fire, we still gathered around like there was one.
We could imagine one
We started to sing Kumbaya, Donnie and Paul on the drums.
Then... the Big Sky opened up.
Rain the size of golf balls, sent us running to our RV rigs.
I remembered why I wasn't in a tent anymore, as the rain made a pleasant patter, patter on the roof of our motorhome.
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