RAIN on RAIN AFTER ASH???

This morning several people emailed me, “What if it rains on RAIN AFTER ASH?!! Will the show go on? ”
The prospect of rain on our opening reminds me of the very practical role the gods played in ancient Greece. What a perfect way to explain all the things out of our control.
“Sorry, folks, the harvest is really bad this year because Demeter’s pissed with Hades about abducting Persephone.”
My wonderful producer Aaron and I talked before nine to hatch a B plan. I suggested this tweet, “Sorry folks the gods may deem rain more important than art.” Aaron said he would buy tarps and we’d have someone there to help people reschedule. Personally I’m going to bring wine and some glasses.
Like most writer-director-producer-mothers I’m a bit of control freak, but fateful moments (especially my accident in 2004) have taught me not to overvalue being in control. When I was run over at Newark Airport by an 87 year old driver, the first thing I did was wiggle my toes to see whether I still could.
“Motor control? Check.” Now what? My to do list ended there.
“Ask for help,” a calm and reassuring voice whispered.
“Who’s that talking? My mother? An angel? God?”
If there was ever a time to believe this was it….but I realized there was nothing I or God could do… except ask for help.
“Help!”
A hunky EMT with a thick New Jersey accent and a pie shaped face appeared telling me to stay calm and not to move. He brought me my purse, which had flown out of my hand as I smashed into the baggage kiosk; and as I lay there a series of eleven cell phone calls, each one weirder than the next.
“Hi, It’s Corey. Don’t worry. I’ve just been run over at Newark airport but it’s fine. Well, maybe not fine, but I can wiggle my toes. Listen I think I may not be conscious for too much longer, so I wonder if you can come to the hospital and…”
Flash-forward seven years later; despite everything the gods had in store for me, I’m still making art and walking around.

But I can’t stop the rain and honestly, I love that.