When I was a kid we had a family joke about a rain cloud that followed my Dad all around when we went on vacation. We always had our vacation in August, and no matter how sunny, hot and dry the summer weather had been up to that point, on the week all 6 of us piled into the car with Mum and Dad we'd have rain. Six kids on vacation in the mountains or at the beach when it's raining can be trying for even the most nonchalant adult. We always managed to find fun on our vacation, even on the rainy days.
On one vacation in August that I took without Dad but with Mum at Hampton Beach the cloud still managed to find us. We were camping - yes, camping in tents at a campground near a salt marsh in the piney woods - and a hurricane brushed New England. After 3 days of rain and warnings of flooding and high winds we packed up the tents and camping gear and drove home with the kids and Trish (who was about 2 and a half then). The sun, of course, returned the next day but we abandoned the beach vacation for the rest of the week and stayed close to home. Curses on the black cloud - it must have been atracted to the car, not to Daddy.
We proceeded south the next morning, heading into more rainy weather enroute to Charleston. Although we slogged through intermittent showers and clouds the sun came out on Wednesday and we had lovely weather for the rest of the trip.