Lightning woke me up. At first I thought it was the other Mark's flashlight as he gets up at 5:30a.m. No, it was lightning! So the pitter-patter of raindrops falling on my tent reminded me that I had NOT put up the tent's rain-fly.
I quickly shimmied through the double zippered entrance. Mark was up and brought his halogen flashlight over. I quickly snapped together the center pole, positioned it under the rain-fly, and attached the clips at the four corners of the tent where it was staked into the ground. Not bad for doing it in semi-darkness!
I settled back into my sleeping bag and enjoyed the sound of rain on my canvas enclosure. Ah, the sounds and smell of rain at The Rafting Company.