As I wrote in last week’s column, we were concerned about the weather forecast for the weekend of Shavuos. We were bracing ourselves for three days of steady rain. Shabbos and the two days of yom tov that followed were expected to be a total washout. But we were treated to be a happy surprise when the rain appeared only on Shabbos and then disappeared.
Sunday and Monday were reasonably pleasant days. While it was not as warm as we would have liked it, and there was not a lot of sunshine, it was a lot better than we expected.
I can still hear my mother chanting, “Rain, rain, go away, come again another day” — words that rang true before Shavuos, and again before Memorial Day weekend. On Sunday of Memorial Day weekend, my mom’s words came back to haunt me. But that ditty just doesn’t go far enough, as it’s not specific. It should specify when the rain should return. It should have specified that it rain only during the night. Or it might have specified that it not rain on a holiday. But that wasn’t the way we learned the catchy little refrain.
The annual Memorial Day weekend air show that was scheduled to take place at Jones Beach in the beautiful skies over Long Island was canceled, and nothing has been said about rescheduling the exciting event.
So on Sunday, with no air show to watch, I wondered about the barbecues so many of us planned to make or attend later that afternoon. Fortunately, the one that my family had been invited to wasn’t canceled, but I figured we would be eating grilled chicken, hotdogs, and burgers inside the home of our hosts. No warm breezes, lush green grass, or fragrant flowers will enhance the environment, but sometimes that’s just the way it is. On the positive side, those with seasonal allergies will be fine with holding the event indoors, and we all know that the company will be every bit as warm and loving as always and the food will be just as tasty.
In the meantime, maybe we can come up with an alternative and somewhat longer rhyme. The following seems suitable: “Rain, rain, go away, come again on a convenient day. No weekend rain, or holiday time, an evening rain will suit us fine.” That’s just the way it is.
Hannah Berman lives in Woodmere and gives private small-group lessons in mah-jongg and canasta. She can be reached at Savtahannah@aol.com or 516-295-4435.