stop raining!

I’m going to call it a day, having been hotel-bound for most of the evening by the rain. Given how deprived of rain we are in Egypt, there ought to be a sort of romance to being trapped inside by a downpour. But what I’ve found over the years is that all of the romance of it comes from the thunder. Unless it’s a thunderstorm, then it’s just a hassle. Hearing the thunder in Amsterdam a few days ago, however, had a sort of magical effect. That’s what you really miss if you move to as dry a climate as Egypt’s.