We're not singing in the rain anymore

 OK, enough is enough. We're fed up now.  Even Hebe is wondering when it will all stop.

It's not a glorious feeling and although we might still be singing, we're not happy about it and certainly no longer dancing in the puddles, even small black is carefully walking around the edge.

I think I'm wet enough now, Bean.
Do we have to go out again?

I'm a hound, I don't do wet.