Not really a joke. I live in Devon, it's been raining a lot. I grew up in Liverpool where it rained all the time. Mud wrestling was one of the events on sports day. We were poor too, we would shower in the rain afterwards but we wouldn't dare raise our hand to wash our underarms for fear of being struck by lightning. One of the girls did, she ended up being the brightest girl in the class, only for a split second though.
There was no counselling for the rest of the class back in those days but we did laugh about it for weeks afterwards. I wish mobile phones had been around then, someone may have caught it on camera, it would have gone viral. We were hard in those days too. When I told my Dad about it while eating our tee that night, he spat his cabbage soup all over us, he was laughing so much. But seriously, he was a clever man and ahead of the times. He suggested that if we could have harnessed that power from the lightning it could power the school for ages.

When we had sports day, (in November) throwing a ball was an event. I won, I didn't actually throw the ball the furthest but lost direction and smashed the head teacher's greenhouse. It wasn't really his, it was meant for us kids to learn about plants and our goal was to grow sunflowers then make oil out of the seeds but he used it to grow hops and we made beer in the science lesson. We were too young to drink (in school, only in pubs) it but every day he would drink a pint during assembly and told us how good it was. My younger Brother told me that the head teacher had progressed to growing grapes and they then made wine in science. When questioned about it by the school board he told them that Jesus turned water into wine at a wild party one night and what he was doing was a lesson in religious study.
I'll get my coat.