A live gig

Singing in the rain’s all very well
Until your amp or mic gets wet.
You can call on British pluck and yet
It won’t bring sunshine like a magic spell.
Is that thunder or is that loud applause?
The brollies popping up like giant toadstools
Aren’t raised by mad dogs but we English fools
Tempted out beneath the heavy clouds because
There’s music in the field by Wootton Hall
And folk have come with macs from far and near
Regardless of the forecasts that they hear.
And until the final downpour falls
Snake and Helen – the troupers that they are –
Still sing on until the very last ‘Huzzah!’

Sonnet written about the previous gig, which was the wetter one.