The rains have come. October has not let me down. It probably is the Dutch in me, but I love it when the rains come. We’re so horrendously unprepared for it that it anyone who gets caught in it can’t help but laugh. I mean, come on! One shower and everything floods? Yes, everything floods. The sewer system just can’t drain it fast enough. You’re wading through the streets. And Beirut being built on a hill (or two) makes all that water run in one direction; downhill. I, however, had to walk uphill in that same moment. And so we met. You want to see what I had to walk through? I had an umbrella with me, but that really was a bit of a joke.
Why do I like it when it rains? Rain reminds me of home. But apart from the Dutch side, there’s got to be some primordial instinct flaring up at the sight of water coming from the sky, because water means life (in days when it did not come out of a tab, that is). However, it’s only the first month I like. By the time we’re into rain for days on end, I pine for sunny skies again.
But for now, I am happy that the rains have come.