On the first day it rained and we arrived at the alpine hut all wet.
On the second day we got caught in a lightning storm, just five minutes away from the next hut. We hid under some rocks for some time, not wanting to take any risks of getting struck by lightning. There a French guy that had been running on the mountain that day sat next to us, shivering from the cold rain and loud thunder. After 20 minutes we all left—the French runner ran straight down the valley, and we pushed on to the hut, soaking wet for the second time in two days.
The next eight days our luck changed, along with the weather. It was all sun and beautiful weather from there on out. Phew.