When the rain threatened to spoil activities when I was a child we would chant: “Rain rain, go away! Come again another day!” Our hope was that the rain would go away. Now, as an RVer, that chant has a very different meaning.
This week we were encamped at a spacious campground surrounded by green trees with several activities in the area. We had planned to stay four nights. However the on fifth morning cold winds and rain were forecast. Each day we checked the forecast hoping that the rain would go away.
On at least one previous occasion the weather had remained pleasant long enough for us to hitch up before the rain came down. But this time the forecast remained steady. The rain would begin before we typically finished breakfast, continue most of the day, would follow us to our next campground, and would rain there as we tried to set up.
In this particular campground, not only would we have to hitch up in the rain we would also have to stop at the dump station to drain our black and gray sewage tanks. While we might time activities related to hitching up between bands of storms, dump station etiquette deterred such flexibility.
Instead we packed up and hitched our trailer to our truck after lunch on our fourth day, drove a couple of hours, and set up at our next campground. Along the way we noticed that several neighboring sites in the campground were empty as we left.
Yes it rained the fifth day (today). But we spent it inside reading and writing where we could remain dry and warm. The rain arrived as forecast both at our last campground and our current one. Here it arrived an hour or two after breakfast, allowing a few of our neighbors to also depart before the rain.
Now the chant —“Rain, rain, go away”— has a different meaning for me. When the weather turns against us we go away. And when the weather brightens we may: “Come again another day.”
How has adapting to circumstances helped you enjoy each day?