Daddy was right.
I did stay nice and dry beneath the protected overhang of the spruce trees where he asked me to wait. But the rain was so relentless and dense, it prevented me from seeing where he went. He told me to stay put but my worry overruled his orders, and made me venture out from the under the branches to see if I could spot him and watch as he crossed the river. After all I had on my galoshes and my rain coat — I’d still stay somewhat dry. The weather suddenly decided not to cooperate. A blasting wind and drenching downpour hit my back, and the sound of the storm drowned out all sensation. It buffeted me about thwarting my attempts to see the path in front of me.
“Okay, the tree is at my back” I said out loud in an attempt to reassure myself. “Which means the river is ahead of
