The rains have stopped so you stumbled out of the tent.
Finally.
You’re glad you could escape that thing.
The two of you confined in there
had been mortifying.

The meal of beans seemed filling last night.
Filled with gas.

You hadn’t expected to be stuck in there since
with no escape except into torrential downpour.

Now, as the world begins to steam itself dry,
a sweet smell comes off the land
and you are relieved to be free
of the stink of yourselves.

Camping is probably done
for the foreseeable future
but you probably could have predicted that anyway.