Washing the car definitely angers the rain gods. To a lesser extent, planning outdoor activities on your one and only free day can occasionally provoke some precipitation.
Hanging out laundry can also be a trigger, in the same way that when you toss the last load into the dryer, the sun will reappear.
Or maybe it’s just me.
If bad singing caused rain, I’d be Joe Btfsplk.
The British Newark (English, rather, as I once went to a place called Newark Castle in the region of Glasgow) is the one I’m in. I’m not 150 years old, though. Moderately rustic, perhaps.
It’s one of those ideas people reference even though it’s not expected that anyone will believe it to be factually true, like telling kids that if the wind changes their face will stay like that, or the idea that Nottingham has five women for every man. That’s probably a local one.
Most recently I overheard it in a shop, but I got the reference, as, obviously, did the person saying it and the person it was being said to. It’s the sort of thing where you can say it and expect people to understand what you mean.
I suppose this thread has established that it’s obscure anywhere else, though.
Now that we know which Newark the OP is in, let’s move on to this.
Joe who now?
There’s a couple of guys been looking for you. Both called “Kevin Garvey.”
You just opened a rabbit hole. I wonder how deep it goes…? 
Don’t know about singing, but if I procrastinate on the lawn, then it will definitely rain. :smack:
Ironically, it will probably rain on your wedding day.
Whenever my dad heard someone singing badly or off-key, he would make the comment “Must be going to rain… I hear the shit-bird singing.” (Or maybe it was “whistling”?) I have no idea what that’s supposed to mean, but then most of my dad’s sayings never really made a lot of sense.
When warm air is cooled, moisture condenses to rain.
When bad singing occurs people wince and put their fingers in their ears.
I don’t see the connection.
You should be ashamed of yourself, procrastinating out where people can see you. 
My singing is so bad that if it caused rain, it wouldn’t be a desert here in Tucson any longer.