You plod into the thicker parts of the forest hoping for some moderate shelter from the rain. You find a sturdy enough tree with a wide canopy and sit beneath it with you back leaning against it. You're still wet, but at least you're somewhat dry now. You lean with your eyes closed for awhile, not sleeping. You always did find it difficult to get decent rest in the wilderness, but what choice have you. After about an hour it begins to let up enough so that you could conceivable start a fire if you could find some dry kindling. You decided that if your not going to sleep you may as well try. You spend awhile poking around and do find some dry kindling and some wood that may be dry enough to burn. You bring them all back to your camp and clear out a spot for the fire placing a few rocks you also found in a circle. You pull your tinderbox out but for some reason you're reluctant to start. You're not sure why, really, but you just have this feeling that it's a bad idea. You're also very cold and very wet and though getting sick with cold probably wouldn't kill you, it certainly wouldn't improve your mood.