It was a fairly chaotic night at your camp. The wind was blowing clothes and small pots away that had been collecting the water, and cold rain seemed to be pouring endlessly, drowning out the campfire that kept everyone warm. People huddled into their tents for warmth, but then there was Shane. He was there, soaking wet, trying to gather the runaway items, but to no avail. He had some luck however, gathering the valuables that were still left on the knocked-down clotheslines, not noticing you.