It was promising to be a nice day when I let Joseph, our guard, out at 6 a.m.  But by 6:30, when the doorbell rang, it was a different story altogether.  The one and only jogger at Shiloh at the moment jogged his way back home barely in time to miss the storm.  A serious wind was blowing trees, bushes, and our wind chime.  Sure enough, the rain soon followed.  A light rain quickly built up to a full fledged storm.  Thunder, lightening, and rain, rain RAIN!  It was wild, wonderful, and cold.  The tempature had dropped down to 70 degrees.  Almost shivvering weather.  

Small problem.  The fourteen men staying at Shiloh for two weeks needed to go out in this weather.  The serious students start stragling out of Shiloh around 7 a.m.  The perpetually late ones dash out of here close to 8:30 a.m.  Though it's only a five minute walk to CABTAL where their training course is being held, five minutes in a torrential downpour is something else again.  I started passing out unbrellas until they ran out.  The Johnny-Come-Lately types got to enjoy the full effects of the rain.

They should start coming back withing the hour.  I'm curious to see how just many unbrellas will find their way home to Shiloh.