On “rain watch” in Dubai
It started yesterday, driving back from school.
“Why’s it gone dark?” asked DS. It wasn’t dark, of course, at 1.15pm in Dubai – but we had driven into the shade of a small, fluffy cloud.
Clouds are so unusual here that my children – born and bred in Dubai – actually notice when one sails overhead and masks the glare of the perennial sunshine. For them, a cloud is about as exciting as hail the size of golf balls might be for a child in the UK.
Even I can’t help feeling that little frisson of excitement, a little quickening of the pulse, when a cloud appears in our endless blue sky. Maybe it’ll rain! Maybe enough to wet the ground! I honestly don’t remember that happening where we live for at least three years.
The cloud, however, passed. We were back in the midday sun before I’d even finished explaining why fluffy little white clouds rarely lead to puddles.
Then this morning we woke to shocking news on the radio: 10 drops of rain had fallen in the Jumeirah area! 10 drops! Catboy – the breakfast show presenter – declared us all to be on “rain watch” and asked people to SMS in with sightings of more rain.
Someone said there had been 20 drops in Jebel Ali!
We ran into the garden to look for clouds heading our way. But there was nothing hopeful – just the dawn of another beautiful Dubai day, with a high of 32 degrees.
I’m not complaining. Really I’m not.