We were invited to come to the party, although our kids are not in choir. We all got dressed up and ready to go. Like a typical day in Haiti - which is never quite predictable - there was no water through our purified system. This meant that our house was the only staff housing with running water. We quickly became the public shower house, so that everyone could get ready for the big party. By the time our family finished showering, it looked like a storm was moving in. We walked over to the party just as it started sprinkling. It was quite obvious that the rain would intensify quickly. The party, planned as an outdoor party, was quickly moving into the school building. I wish I had brought my camera to document the evening - but I was concerned about carrying it in the rain.
|Flag-bearers marching in the Brigade Parade|
As we entered the school, the rain came crashing down - the noise on the metal roof was deafening. Rain was spraying in through the windows and gates of the school, which is an open-air building. Everyone, dressed in their finest, was getting at least a little wet. As sound equipment was rushed into the building, the leaders began setting up again. The rain was so loud that you literally had to talk directly into someone's ear to be heard. This prevented anyone from being heard over the microphones even, so performances were out.
The next hurdle was how to get food for so many brought to the building without ruining it in the rain. The leaders continued to work and accomplish whatever they could. The youth in the choir were laughing, goofing off, and still enjoying their evening. There was a party to be had - rain or not.
As the evening proceeded, the rooftop of the cinder-block building was filling up with water faster than the drain pipes could allow the water to run off. The rain filled to the edges, which are raised. Suddenly the rain started pouring over the edge into the inside of the school, but only on one side. Everyone quickly jumped up and ran to the other side. Once again, people scrambled to get sound equipment moved. The floor was quickly filling with water. Thankfully, the floor is designed with a slope so the water runs out of the building. Still, it was a sight! Younger children who were there to watch enjoyed it immensely! They ran and put their heads under the "waterfall" and laughed. A game of slip and slide began on the wet cement floors. And as is true with any choir gathering - no matter what happens, there will be music. Groups of people gathered and still sang fun, upbeat songs. It was a party...nothing was stopping that!
We managed to get a drink and a plate of food to everyone, and that was the end of it. When they finished, the rain finally let up. Everything was too wet to use the sound system, and the rain still had to drain off the roof, so there would be no performances.
As the evening passed, I tried to imagine this scene in America. We have our parties so well planned out, so perfectly orchestrated, that any "catastrophe" like this would be heart-breaking. It would ruin the entire night, and leave the party-thrower humiliated and frustrated. Yet, here in Haiti, it was still a party. The fun continued, the joy did not depart. There was a celebration to be had. While leaders ran about in the pouring rain - and I mean tropical pouring rain...torrential! - there was still laughter and celebration. It may rain our our party, but we were not letting it ruin the night! What a comical sight we all must have been, if someone could have seen from the outside; truly, it was humorous! Yet, the choir kids were still honored and shown appreciation for all of their work in the past year and the party was still a hit. I think there was really only one thing that the rain changed - it made it more memorable for us.
When it rains on your party, I hope this encourages you to find the good in it and still laugh...for then it may be more memorable in a good way, instead of simply ruining the night.