We’ll, this was surely a case of you should have been here yesterday.
Yesterday … clear skies and 32 degrees C thus ideal weather to go chub fishing.
Lazy me however decided to ignore the wake up alarm and once I was awake
I figured it was to late to go fishing.

So on to the next day … another shot at the chub and when I came at the
hotspot fish where present.
What was also present where thunderclouds early in the morning.
I barely got the first chub on the dry fly as I heard the first rumble.

Rain was immanent but I figured I could get to spot nr. 2 and get at least 
one hour of fishing without having to worry for a storm.
That was a misconception because when I arrived at the location thunder was heard
direct above me… to close for comfort.

Luckily the spot had a shelter so I waited the storm and downpour out.
With more mess on the way I figured spot nr.3 might be in order where shelter was nearby.
At spot nr.3 I spotted some big chub but again the thunderclouds rolled in and I had
to clear out fast.

With so many storms on the way my best bet was to head to the pub and I almost made
it without get wet … almost as on the last leg all hell broke loose and the skies openend.
I managed to find shelter in a farm building and waited the rain out.
After dinner at the pub I tried to make it home without rain but it started and did not stop.

The route home was a struggle, roads under water and closed off.
The city had gotten pounded with 100mm rain and many parts where flooded.
Luckily I live at a higher elevation so troubles in my street.