That’s a lot of rain

When we were in Vermont a couple of weeks ago for vacation it rained a lot. Pretty much every day it was overcast, drizzling, or raining. No one at the bible school seemed to care at all either. We spent our time outside playing games or hiking the mountain just ignoring the rain like it was an annoying younger brother.

One day it started raining incredibly hard after lunch. Simon was off with the other kids playing soccer a little ways away and Lydia and I were still in the main lodge watching on as the clouds emptied themselves on us. I thought to myself “I am not going to get Simon” and needless to say, I didn’t. 30 minutes later, after the game was done, Simon came back soaked, freezing, and smiling. As we were giving the kids a bath I sat in the middle of the room with the hair dryer trying to dry out Simon’s only shoes. The room started to smell like some kind of toxic material warehouse and it seemed the only thing that would dry those shoes out would be if we air dropped them into the middle of the California wild fires. But I knew that wasn’t possible. So we decided to head into town and get some new shoes for the young lad.

On the way down the mountain we started to notice how much it really had been raining because the creeks that run along next to the road were now raging rapids. I found a place to pull off the road and we took a 15 minute adventure into the woods to show the kids something they hadn’t seen before. The force and speed of all that water madly rushing down the mountain was both beautiful and frightening at the same time.