Didn't check the forecast or even look out the window before setting off yesterday - but even if I had done it was only looking to be a drizzly grey day.
By the time I left work it was raining pretty hard, and going up the first hill I saw the first flash. The storm intensified, with constant lightning all around as I slogged up the second hill. I was hoping I might be able to hide in a church on the other side, but as I neared the top there was a lightning not 100 yards ahead. I lost all nerve and shot back down the way I came, to the village I had just passed. I sheltered under a gatehouse for the better part of an hour, setting off once I judged hypothermia more likely than a lightning strike.
I was pretty shaken up when I got home, but a hot shower and large glass of whisky soon revived.