When it rains, it pours

It seems like Sharon and I often have a big cloud over our heads.  For me, it’s often the cloud of forgetfulness, not remembering the words to songs, or what I’m supposed to play, or what I’m supposed to do next!  Ah, the joys of aging.  For Sharon, it’s the stuff of life with all its challenges, of which she faces many.  (I have to add that she doesn’t let the challenges get her down, for the most part.)  Collectively, it’s an actual cloud of rainstorms.

It seems that we can count on all of our hands the number of times we have booked a gig and brought the rain with us– not just a few drops, but torrential rain.  The kind that ends droughts, washes out roads, and creates floods.   We’re good at causing Nor’easters to form, I guess. We especially recall our summer tour in 2005, planned in a very dry year, that began and ended with huge rainstorms.  One of our performances was under a pavilion in the park– everything went well until a huge clap of thunder and the skies opened up.  We hurriedly finished our song and everyone raced for their cars.  We called that one, “Upstaged by God!”

We had one of those kinds of storms this week-end– not the thunder-clapping kind, but one characterized by endless rain and wind.  As we drove to our first performance, a morning service in Columbia, MD, we saw several accidents on the side of the road, and figured nobody would want to come out on such a bad day.  Unbelievably, the church was full– helped probably by the scheduled baptism of a very cute baby. 

Throughout the day, the rain continued and the winds picked up.   We were scheduled to play for a dinner in Falls Church.  Again, we passed many accidents and debris.  When we first arrived to set up, there were only a handful of people.  I looked out the window, and it appeared the Nor’easter had arrived in full force.  “What a shame, they’ve gone to all this trouble and no one will come,” I thought.  But people came– and came and came.  In fact, they ran out of seats at the tables and one group ate in shifts. 

People were gracious at both events and encouraged us with their positive comments about the music.  So, if you’re having a drought, perhaps you’d better invite The Braeded Chord to come!  From now on, I think we’ll look forward to rain storms.

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