On the last night of camping, it started to rain. Wet tents had to be packed the next day. We had fun......

The Monsoon

Precipitation. That's what they called it. Molecules of H2O bound together by a common cohesiveness to form rogue droplets around an airborne particle of earth/dust/pollen/exhaust/ash, surrounding it like the protective detail around a VIP in a hostile mob, or maybe more like the thin crust of an aircraft, piloted as a kamikaze bomb, hurtling toward the earth at a frightening pace. Whichever similitude you think is more appropriate, the "rain came down"

At first the droplets land on the dry dusty ground, making miniature craters in the dust, quenching the thirst of the drought stricken land. The hot wind blows the damp air making everyone sticky and uncomfortable, as if they had been suddenly teleported to some unnamed equatorial location prior to the arrival of the monsoon rains that come to drench the landscape of terraced rice paddies, filling the drainage trenches with water. Deja Vu?

Mud, the most likely result from the conglomeration of dust and water was inevitable. The dusty paths that had been trod were transformed into a murky, muddy, grimy, wet, brown muck making movement outside in the rain difficult at best. Unfortunately, it was necessary to traverse the bog between the cluster of shelters.
Muddy feet were epidemic