expect the unexpected, even when it's expected

With ominous clouds overhead, but perhaps a very short possible window to fish, I gave them the options..
1. return home to a warm cozy bed, deposit refunded no questions asked.
2. make the run across the bay, in the rain, fish in the rain, run home in the rain before the bad stuff cuts us off from option 1, and make it a very short day.. My customary glance at the computer's radar before I leave each day, told me it wasn't going to be pretty.
They choose...... door number 2
As we slid across the placid bay, we were treated to this beautiful vision of a double rainbow, but they don't call them RAINbows for nothing.. I ran em back to a few spots i'd been fishing the past four days and caught a number of redfish, drum and sheepshead, but it wasn't long before the heavy stuff descended upon us. Twenty four miles through the rain and two whiteouts (one a possible waterspout as the boat blew sideways at one point while running along at 25 mph) later, we made it back to the marina.
One was not too happy with "my" decision to take them out, as he was soaked and chilled to the bone. But it was in fact their choice.... Dropped them off and I opted for option #1