Veer's Camping Trip

Veer's friends were taking one last camping trip before the commencement of the school. They found the perfect campsite! It was just where a clear stream trickled into a placid lake. The surrounding was ideal. Veer and his friend could swim there heart's content. They could row their canoes into hidden coves along the shore. It was a perfect place to fish or relax.

The first two days were great, with spectacular sunrises and adventurous days. The night was cool and refreshing. Just before nightfall on the third day, rainfall began. Everyone joked and laughed as they packed their belonging. But, by the second day of continuous rain, tension, rose. The four boys grew tired of sharing their cramped tent. Late that night, Veer was awaked by a loud crash. He realizes he was floating! Their quiet stream had become a rampaging river and their tent had been washed into it! Veer roused his friends and they thrashed about in the darkness as they struggled to pull themselves on to the riverbank. Streaks of lightning flashed across the sky. Thunderbolts shook the earth. The storm raged through the night.

Veer daybreak, the lightning and thunder ceased. The boys could see the path of destruction left by the storm. The huge oak across the stream had been struck down. Now it was no more than a jumbled woodpile. Their canoes had been tossed about the shore like toys. They worked hard all morning to restore their campsite. During lunch, a park ranger came by to see if they are okay. He told them a camper had been injured when a tree was hit by lightning and fell on his tent. Veer and his friends were lucky to have escaped with only scratches.