My kids. The little darlings.
Saving Dublin from another disastrous drought, with their finely honed Rain Dance.
I have set up a FundIt account, just in case you felt compelled to show your gratitude:
Elsewhere, I saw a guy in tears. The beauty of the view must have been too much for him.
Or perhaps it was the drizzle rolling down his cheeks. Or mist. Or light rain. Or heavy rain. Whichever form of watery shite fell down on us at some stage today.
No, it must have been tears. Prompted by an overwhelming feeling of inadequacy, faced with so much beauty as he was.
It is true that one could marvel at the awesomeness of the Irish Sea for hours on end.