The gig started out sunny and clear and hot. But by the time we finished our cover of "Miss You," a massive gray cloud had inched over the park. The cloud provided welcome shade. It also looked like it might make our day a little wetter before it moved on. Hard to tell.
"Our next song is 'Rain Dance,'" I told the Pet Rock audience. Glancing up at the sky, I added, "Which shouldn't be taken literally."
We played the song. Immediately thereafter it began to rain.
I looked up at the sky again. "I said not literally!"
Maybe we should forget about gigging and start hiring ourselves out to communities suffering from drought.