A couple of decades ago, when I was in high school, I had a job bagging groceries in a supermarket. One of the duties of this job was clearing the lot, which meant bringing in all of the shopping carts from out in the parking lot.
There was a certain trick to being able to line up 15-18 carts and successfully bring them into the store. I see little robotic carts that are now used at Target and places like that for the same purpose. But we had no such gadgetry available to us back then. And it was also a nice break from asking people if they wanted their items in paper or plastic bags.
On day, I’m guessing it was in 1985, the store manager told me to go and clear the lot. It was pouring rain at the time, and I didn’t have a poncho or a raincoat or anything to keep the water off of me. But you gotta do what you gotta do, even if it only paid something like $3.50 an hour back then. So out to the lot I went.
I recall getting through the experience by singing, in a rather loud and unabashed way, Prince’s song Purple Rain. What that afternoon lacked in purpleness, it more than made up for with rain. Lots and lots of rain.
This evening, as I watched the rain coming down outside, and thought about a memory that I had long forgotten all about, I came to realize that music takes on a whole new meaning when it’s raining. Think of Gene Kelly in “Singin’ in the Rain.” What a glorious feeling, he sang (and danced), and the scene wouldn’t have been the same without the rain coming down. It was as if he didn’t mind the rain at all. In other words, Let it rain.
A few years ago, Prince played the halftime show at the Super Bowl. Of all the Super Bowls that have ever been played, this is the only one that’s been played in the rain. So what did Prince do, after playing the obligatory hits medley first? If you guessed that he turned the house lights purple and played that song for the thousands in the stadium, and the millions, like myself, watching on television, you would be absolutely correct. It was almost as if someone had ordered up the rain for Prince on that day.
The rain has now stopped, and tomorrow will probably be another miserably hot and humid day. But the flowers and the grass and the crops all needed the rain, and they must have also felt a bit like Gene Kelly tonight. Or those fans at halftime of the Super Bowl in Miami. Or even me, in that supermarket parking lot all those many years ago. Come on with the rain, indeed.