“What about this weather?”

The wedding was scheduled for 4pm on Saturday. The venue was on the lawn by the harbour under the sky. The forecast was wet.


The week had been wet.
The month has been wet.
The year was wet.

As the night receded there was blue as well as grey. Spears of light and promise. Fat clouds danced around yet the sun pushed through and it did not rain.

200 hundred people stood on the lawn in high heeled shoes and bowties. They shielded their eyes from a jubilant afternoon sun. The harbour sparkled and two people held hands in front of their friends and family. It wasn’t raining and it was beautiful.