Rain, rain, go away...

Four days until my daughter's wedding and it's been raining non-stop for the past three days. Don't I have enough to worry about right now? My son and future son-in-law is picking up the wedding cake and transporting it to the wedding site. Forty miles balancing a three-decker cake that costs more than I want to admit. Sound like a recipe for disaster? Probably. Or at least a you-tube video. Then again the ground is going to be so saturated by Saturday that even if it does stop raining, women's heels, chair legs, anything that is not 4X6 inches in width is liable to sink into the lawn. Two hundred people will not fit into the house should a violent storm arise. Family is coming from as far away from California for this. I want it to be memorable but in a good way. I want to pray for sunshine but if God didn't see fit to stop the dust bowl then I doubt this wedding is a blip on his radar. Then again, maybe I'll be surprised. I'm closing my eyes now ...