My eerily bad luck with attending live music events continues: the person I was going to go with bagged; the subway I was going to take into NYC was out of service for repairs, necessitating a long walk; as I got there, late, it began to rain. I let someone take my place at the end of the hella long line, and started back to the entrance; as Jimmy Cliff's music echoed in the background, I looked over at a meadow... and saw a lightening mist of raindrops, perfectly backlit by the sun. As I watched, the rain abated to nothing, until only the sun's rays were left; not such a terrible afternoon after all.