After a few hours it started to pour. Torrents of rain fell upon our poor hapless unprotected group. I knew this situation called for action, so I stood up and stretched my hands to the sky and said, “Oh Lord, I get your message. We are all wet. If I get out of this I promise to change.” At this point the downpour took on monsoon proportions replete with thunder and lightening. Someone wasn’t listening or didn’t like what He heard.