So, in the days leading up to the wedding, the weather was kind.
But all of us were glued to our smartphones, forever studying the forthcoming weather, often with bated breath and with a measure of trepidation.
All the forecasts were for terrible weather on the wedding day.
And what was worse, the day before was perfect with blue skies and a temperature that hovered between 27 and 30 degrees Celcius.
Even then the forecast was for overcast conditions and with a 40 percent chance of rain.
Late at night the day before, still no clouds.
We go to sleep.
Yes, you guessed it, next morning we wake and, outside, it’s overcast and drizzling. Further rain was on the horizon, and I think some time during the morning there was thunder.
But, it stayed away for the tea ceremony in the morning. Everyone was crossing their fingers the fine weather would hold for the wedding later in the day.
Even so, the prospects were ominous.
And, just to add a touch of drama to the occasion, the wedding ceremony was going to be held outside on the lawns.
When we were driving to the wedding venue, it was raining.
When the ceremony was about to start, the rain died away to a few spots. It stayed away for the duration of the ceremony. It was as if someone up there had decided to help out.
In fact, despite the fact it was overcast, the rain came and went when it didn’t matter, end even if it hadn’t it had no effect of the occasion, there was nothing that could possibly take away the happiness of the occasion, or the wide smiles on both the bride and groom.
Not even when we lost power for two hours at the reception.