What if it rains?

The change in weather has been extreme - yesterday the sun was splitting rocks and today I awoke to an early morning pregnant sky. By the time I went out the rain was pouring down, then it started belting, hard rain drops on my head.

I do like the rain, I like the way it starts conversations:
Buying the newspaper in Porters in City Square shopping centre the lady behind the counter looks at my ratty, dripping hair and clucks in sympathy.

Buying some stamps in the post office the man behind the counter says, with grim satisfaction:
"That's it now, that's the summer"

Buying meat at the butchers the butcher says:
"Sunny south east, wha?"

I like all of this.

But I am a little worried about Disco-nnect.
What if it rains?

WHAT IF IT RAINS?

I called Met Eireann to ask them if it would rain from June 30th to July 5th and the woman on the phone said provision of forecasts are subject to a fee, and anyway, it's too far away to tell.

Maybe I will source 22 umbrellas for this eventuality.
I have worked the route so as walls shelter us for some of the way if necessary.
Maybe it will be a triumph over adversity - a gung ho, wartime spirit taking us over.
"Rain! Ha! That won't stop us!" Audience members will say as they march down Sir John Rogerson's Quay.

I really hope it doesn't rain.