I brewed through the storm too. And with a tornado warning, had the whole family in the basement for the event. Had to drag everything inside from the patio mid-mash. Thank God it cleared enough so I could boil outside. I figure a few raindrops is a small risk.
Beer is the mind-killer. Beer is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my beer. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see it's path. When the beer has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.