The rain

I love how scents can trigger some memories. Like this one. I was 6 or 7 at camp it was pouring; the entire camp was flooded. We had a crafts class that afternoon. The sidewalk was under a good 2 feet of water and we had all stopped in front of it. I looked back the counselor whom was pointing towards the gym where it was dry. I remember smiling, and said it was just water and then with a battle cry of "TO CRAFTS" took off across the water with seven of the other kids there following me.  What a strange memory to pop up today in the rain.