Her watch beeped letting her know it was time. It would be a waste to have lunch here she thought. They sky would cry any moment. She gather her belongings and zipped up her bag intentionally leaving out the tarp.

In record time of 2 minutes her makeshift tent was set up and she was inside drinking chamomile tea which always brought her a small moment of joy. Any moment now she thought.

Finally the rain began and she could here the forest plans hissing as if they were in pain from the poison fall from the sky. She closed her eyes and envisioned the raining was breakfast and the ground was a sizzling pan cooking it all. The smell was an exotic spice from the legendary people of the coast. Her heart slowed and a faint smile approached her face. Everything would be okay.