Mum's on a walk again, I mean this is the 3rd time this week. She is planning to go and visit sickly cousin David who apparently is ill. We will have to walk the whole 7 miles to their house and I know the weather hates me. When ever I step out my front door I always hear a rumble in the distance. And it is never a truck but always thunder.

When we set of the sky is already black. "Maybe it won't rain." Mum suggested, however at that moment the heavens opened and weather turned for the worst.