Losing The Fight

It wasn't too bad when I left the house this morning, but by the time I was making breakfast for the monsters there was thunder and lightning and torrential rain.
The Cygnet stood at the kitchen door watching for ages (see the extra) - until the rain got even heavier and started to come into the kitchen.
You can't beat a good thunder storm ...... unless the dog insists on going out for a walk (even though he hates thunder).
I came back soaked to the skin - through my waterproofs!
Squirrel thought it extremely funny that I had to sit stripped to the waist while my t-shirt was in the drier.