Before my cousin’s wedding, all the talk was about the weather. My cousin (actually first cousin once removed, but she’s still a cousin) had planned an outdoor wedding and rain was forecast. I told everybody not to worry – my husband, the alien, and I are weather witches. The weather will be fine. I promised. I reassured.
It rained the morning of the day before the wedding, but when my husband and I got off the train in DC, the skies cleared. Still assorted relatives continued to stew about the weather. It will be fine, I said. No rain.
The wedding was held under clear skies. Not a drop dampened the chuppah. Happy celebrants. This is a couple who love each other. The bride is the daughter of one of my cousin’s on my father’s side.
At the dinner afterwards, one of the relatives told me she had prayed for no rain, and her prayers had been answered. Another relative got up and gave a speech thanking the bride’s deceased grandmother for intervening with the weather on her grand daughter’s wedding day. Everybody seemed to have done something to clear the skies. Nobody thanked us.
Rain fell after my husband and I got on the train to leave town.
I offered to teach my friends in Texas how to make it rain - so far nobody is interested. Weather Witching is a learnable skill, like doing a sommersault, or making soup.