By the time we headed back up to the party pool this afternoon it was starting to cloud over, which was no real issue.  Neither were the sprinkles of rain a little bit later. But once I started hearing the rumbles of thunder I was out of there.  It seemed to stop, but I came back to the house anyway.  When Terry got back she said I'd missed a whole bunch of fawns who hung out by the John Lennon rock, which is right next to the pool.  Oh well.