Normally I welcome the rain, but...
I play keyboards in a classic rock cover band. Saturday afternoon/evening we had a gig on the south side of Tempe town lake (park is facing the America West building). We arrived at 3:00 PM and spent the next two hours setting up and getting a sound check complete.
Now maybe this wasn't the ideal gig (substance abuse recovery celebration), but about 1500 people were expected to attend, TV news vans were there and the crowd (30 and 40 somethings) was just the right age to appreciate the stuff we play. Heck, we were even going to make some decent coin for this performance.
So, just after we get set up and sound checked, the f-ing sky opened up and the rain starts coming down. The stage was covered, but the wind kicked up and the rain started blowing sideways.
Did I mention that I had about $10,000 worth of gear on that stage?
So, we tarped up as best we could, waited for a lull in the storm, and then tore down faster than shit goes through a goose.
Did I also mention that I was royally pissed-off watching my electronics get soaking wet?
Normally I love the rain.
Just not last saturday night...