They knew fine well the sections they'd be housed within prior to buying tickets. They likely knew the poor weather forecast, which is completely outwith Morton's control. The wee gimps, lead by their commander and queef even positioned themselves in the stand first before choosing to go and get soaked in the WDE.
Our failing was not having some sort of cordon of police and/or stewards blocking off access to sections not allocated to them. This would have prevented them from making a dash for the shed.
The rain had all but stopped by the point they tried to get to the shed, so let's not pretend that it was to shield from the weather; it was an act of "we'll dae wit we want" lead by the bellend that supposedly leads them. An utter cockwomble of a boy.