The air smelled of rain. Nonetheless, we started the game. Soon, we’d be counselors — divided up into different cabins, only ever seeing each other at night. But for now, we ran around laughing, without a care in the world.

A ball pitched, a base ran and suddenly, the clouds burst. Rain filled our vision. The ground turned to mud and our shoes to sponges. Through the haze, we found each other. With our waterlogged hoodies, we jumped and kicked and spun.

The clouds have long cleared, our muddy footprints long dried, but we are there forever.