Talking about the weather is a European thing right? Wrong! Here in Dubai we have our own little ways of talking about the weather. There are the cloud spotters, who whenever they see a large cloud immediately hope that it’s filled with rain. Full of hope they post on the Expat Woman forum. Others will run to put out their washing or start washing their cars in the faint hope that the weather gods will enjoy ruining their work.
Then in summer, there is the ‘too much hot’ discussion with taxi drivers and various other people in Dubai. When it gets so hot and humid that as soon as you walk outside youR glasses steam up, that it’s so hot that any tiny bits of rain will have evaporated before they hit the pavement.
And now there are the sandstorms. Today has been one of the strangest days with regards to the weather since we moved here three years ago. There is wind, there is rain, there is sand, there is thunder and there is lightning. It’s basically raining mud and the sky is a colour that I have never seen before. It’s a strange sort of dark golden yellow. I’m sitting inside at 11.00 in the morning with all the lights on because otherwise I can’t see a thing.
I always thought being a weather man in the UAE was the most boring job ever, but I might have to revise that opinion!