Autumn is a fickle bitch

6:30 a.m.: Bed. Thunder. Rain. Lightning. Blargh.
6:45 a.m.: Bed. Thunder. Rain. Lightning. Gonna take the subway.
6:50 a.m.: Up. Thunder. Rain. Lightning. No umbrella. No subway tokens. No cash. Dammit, going to have to bike.
7:10 a.m.: At front door. Thunder. Rain. Lightning. Rain slicker. Gloves. Hat. Boots. Ready to take on this day.
7:15 a.m.: On bike, leaving driveway. Light rain.
7:30 a.m.: On bike, halfway to work. No rain. Skin suddenly very, very hot and clammy. Off with rain slicker, gloves and hat.
7:35 a.m. On bike, closer to work. Rain. Wind. Skin suddenly very, very wet.
7:45 a.m. At work. No rain. Looking like a drowned rat.