Rain. Rain is good luck on a wedding day, right? Little drops of water falling all over the decorations that were carefully and elaborately placed, little drops running down perfectly curled and bobby pinned hair, little drops wetting the white collars and making the mens' necks itch, little drops that wet the seats in rows for every loved one only to sit in a puddle, little drops that leave the air dampened with humidity and makes the grass that brushes everyones' ankles itchy and wet, little drops that slowly get bigger and are accompanied by mean lightening and rumbling thunder, those little drops are good luck? Its hard to believe that for many people. Its hard to believe that while the bride is getting ready for the biggest day of her life, surrounded by the most important women in her life, looking at the green and orange radar and the clouds rolling in are all bringing a big sweep of good luck.
On May 20, 2017-it did.
Privilege. That's the word I would describe when people trust you enough to photograph one of the most important days in their life. Watching the love that is shared at weddings is a treat, and being in charge of capturing it in a time capsule such as a gallery of photographs or a short film? Well, that? That's a privilege.
As we drove down little winding roads in a back country, I grew nervous as I do before I photograph any special occasion. This time, the dark clouds moving along and the windshield wipers slapping made the butterflies multiply. "I hope there is somewhere to move this indoors," I told Matt. "I worry about the lighting with how dark its getting...do you think we will get any good photos with it being so dark and wet?" I'm the worry wart, so he optimistically ignored it.
Pulling up to that venue...I've got to tell you, I was really worried. I felt my arm hairs standing up with the electricity in the air from the lightening, and I saw no building big enough to move the wedding inside to. I saw guests arriving with faces just as concerned as my own. I even caught glimpse of the bride's mother in tears over the weather. But then the bride arrived-excited and ready.
Of all things, she was grinning. Saying, "Let's do this! We will move this wedding into this little pavilion (mind you, not big enough for everyone to sit inside) and get married. This wouldn't be our wedding if it wasn't like this!" I was skeptical, but her energy was hard to doubt. So as her brother ran through rain to collect people inside the little pavilion, everyone laughed and joined in on her optimism.
One of the wedding guests began leading everyone in "Amazing Grace", and watching everyone with their faces glowing red and orange from all the warm candle light under that tiny pavilion roof was truly wonderful.
Everyone listened as the rain pattered on the tin roof and poured, and the bride's brother played a beautiful cover of "Flowers in Your Hair" by the Lumineers. Fumbling to get the lighting just right, I tried to capture every moment as the couple read their vows and engaged with one another. As they poured out their hearts, the rain only got harder, but it was nothing but an accent to the romantic wedding happening in that little quiet spot, in that little green field, in a little town in Tennessee.
So, is rain good luck for a marriage? I don't know that I can assure that rain means a long and happy marriage is in store, but I can tell you that with enough love, optimism, and adventurous spirit-it sure makes for a beautiful and lucky wedding day.