Worried

I had to go out at lunch time today and, of course, it poured down with rain as I made my sodden way up the High Street. The one bright light in the journey was this young child peering over her mother's shoulder. She didn't seem too bothered about the rain but rather more worried about the funny goings on behind her mother's back.

I can understand why that might be the case as I had to hold on to my bent brolly in one hand while at the same time attempt to take a photograph and keep the camera dry. Who'll stop the rain?