Around the time Jersey's Cash Cash started playing, it began to rain. And rain. And rain. Until suddenly it was monsoon-style pouring upon thousands of people in a parking lot rigged with high-voltage electricity. Some smart people brought ponchos, but many of those who didn't remained unbothered, dancing a little more gleefully while drenched — though it must be said that wet rave tutus tend to slouch flaccidly and look slightly sad. Others raced towards the stadium, crowding indoors; your faithful reporters didn't make it that far, instead taking refuge underneath a giant hot-pink psychedelic mushroom, its caps shielding our heads from the downpour. Once the lightning started, though, the stages were shut down, and everyone was ushered inside until the rain let up an hour later. "The situation has been resolved," said a man on a loudspeaker. Who knew EDM could control the weather? J.E.S.