I Set Fire To the Rain …

I set fire to the rain,
And I threw us into the flames
When it fell, something died
‘Cause I knew that that was the last time, the last time.

Last night was one of the most amazing concert experiences.  Ever.  And I’ve been to a lot of concerts.  Shortly after arriving back to NZ, my sister told me she’d bought tickets to the Adele concert when the seats were released.  Of course the concerts were sold out within a few hours.  All three of them.  I was disparagingly disappointed.  I knew this would be a concert of a lifetime.  A few weeks before the show, I started checking for people selling tickets they couldn’t use for the show.  I spent hours and hours (and then some more) raking over the ticket options, as well as which night to go.  She was playing three concerts in Auckland:  Thursday, Saturday and Sunday.  Saturday was out because I was #1 Chief Babysitter for my sisters children while they went.  So, it was going to be Thursday or Sunday.  My mum and I thought that Sunday would work best.  So, I found the perfect pair of seats.  And I missed out on them.  Again.  And again.  Then, I found the seats that I really wanted and got them.  Hurrah!  They were emailed to me the next morning once the money had gone through.

I kept watching the long-term weather forecast.  Seven days out: Rain on Thursday, Saturday and Sunday.  Four days out: Fine Thursday, Rain Saturday and Sunday.  Two days out: possible rain Saturday, Rain bomb Sunday.  The weather predictions were right.  Thursday: Fine.  Saturday:  Fine.  Sunday:  Rain Bomb.

I was pretty pissy.  I so easily could have chosen Thursday.  Really?  A Rain Bomb.  On ‘my’ night?!  I got all my gear sorted:  really good raincoat, three ponchos, trash bags, three sizes of Ziploc baggies (and multiples of each size).  I was all set.  And, I needed every single thing I had with me.

The rain started probably about as she walked out of her dressing room.  And, it came down with a vengeance.  The skies opened and it came down in bucketfuls.  As if that wasn’t pleasant enough, there was wind, too.  So, the rain was sideways.  I was mummified in layers and layers of plastic.  She didn’t have any protection.  Within minutes, she was engulfed with clean, green, Kiwi rain.  Even if there was a roof to the stage, it made no difference.  The rain was coming from all sides.  Partway through the concert she even said that if she sounds funny it’s because when she opens her mouth to sing the next line, a big gust of wind and rain gets pushed into her mouth and she has to get rid of it.  Her two hours of hair and makeup were worthless.  She looked like she’d just stepped out of a shower (her words, not mine!)  She maneuvered around the stage as though it was the brightest star-filled night ever.  She didn’t hide under cover.  And she sang her heart out and gave all 40,000 of us the performance we were hoping for x 10.  I’ve been home for 24 hours and I’m still feeling all the love she gave to her audience.

If tickets went on sale tomorrow and I knew with 100% certainty that we would have a ‘rain bomb’ the night of the show, I would buy tickets again in a heartbeat.  The rain made the lightshow look like little fairy lights were lighting up the whole stadium.  It was worth every piece of plastic I wrapped myself in.  And, the ironic part, is that I left the stadium completely dry!  Most of all, I loved that I got to share it with my awesome mum …who, while I was mumbling and grumbling and being pissy about the forecast, just stayed calm and collected and never had an opinion about it. I love you, M. xoxo



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s