My tented rain drops

I didn’t know I liked the rain until I needed it to drink. Dripping rain water from my tent. Waiting for it to fill two cups — one for drinking, the other for washing up. Hoping the rain fills enough cups up in case it’s dry tomorrow. There’s always enough water left in the cups, thank God. You didn’t let me die of thirst. I’m stuck in a tent. I didn’t know I liked the rain but I love the drops.