It rained the day before.
It rained the day after.
But on Thursday, the sun glinted off the jeweled necklaces and golden raiment of five Egyptian-costumed greyhounds as they strutted around the 3,500-year-old Cleopatra's Needle in Central Park.
I located a 10-day weather forecast on Weather.com and had been watching it religiously as the day approached. That was the science angle.
On the faith front, I asked my mother to pray for sun.
Weather.com's forecast switched nearly every time I saw it. First it was 60% chance of showers (booo!), then it switched to 10% (yess!), then it shot back up to 50% (damn). I had daily palpitations.
My mom, on the other hand, gave one forecast, and that's the one that came true.
Now I'm not sure prayer is the answer, but I can say with authority that weather forecasters have got themselves quite a racket. Anyone who predicts the future for a living without an accuracy requirement has found themselves some serious job security.
Meteorology aside, the greyhounds and galgos wowed everyone previously unfamiliar with the breed, including me. They're the most agreeable animals I've ever seen.
Several people — both participants and guests — told me they were seriously considering adopting a greyhound because of the ones they met that day.