The Rain

Those who say sunshine brings happiness have never danced in the rain

Anon

I grew up in semi-rural South West England, so I think I’m pretty experienced in all things wet weather. I own wellie boots, waterproof coats of various lengths, silly hats and lots of umbrellas, all of which were shipped to Dubai. Last year, the children and I laughed at the panic over forecast rain and as the sky blackened, we dug out our trusty waterproofs and set off for school. Oh my goodness, there is nothing reserved and British about the rain in the UAE. It absolutely pounds down and within minutes the roads become rivers, buildings have flooded and it is nothing short of chaos. A twenty minute round trip to school and back took over an hour. School was flooded and closed.

It does seem that almost anything is possible here, including making rain! I thought that “cloud seeding” was a fabulous joke to catch out the newcomer, but it is a genuine process and fully adopted in this country. The UAE is one of the highest consumers of water in the world, most of which comes from desalination, and a tiny proportion from underground. With its hot desert climate and an average annual rainfall of less than 90 mm, clouds are seeded to encourage more rainfall. In essence, planes release flares full of salt crystals into the clouds. The salt rises on convective currents into the clouds and attracts small water particles to form together into bigger water droplets. And the rain falls.

This year, all schools in the region were closed in anticipation of the heavy rain. A Dubai “rain day” is comparable to a British “snow day”, with the adults wondering if there was perhaps a chance that school could have stayed open and the children bubbling over with excitement. For them, there is so much innocent fun to be had on a warm wet day, scooting and cycling through deep puddles, pretending to surf on the flooded paths and dancing in their swimsuits in the rain.

The Heat

What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance

Jane Austen

In the UK, summer (if it happens) is the season of fun, to play outdoors, meet friends for picnics and concerts in the park, go to the beach and feel happy. That is turned on its head in Dubai. We live in a desert. Summer is the season to stay inside and long for it to be over. It seems that everyone, who is able to, leaves for the summer, travelling home or to somewhere with fresh air. People have been talking about the summer, with dread, for some months. In a way, I have been looking forward to it. I want to experience the summer for myself.

The heat is extraordinary. The cold water in the taps is running hot, the plastic coating on the handlebars of my bicycle has melted, the ground scalds the soles of my feet within a few steps. It honestly feels like I’ve opened the oven door and stuck my head inside, with the fan running.

I know that I am fortunate. I can hop from one air conditioned space to another and spend a minimal amount of time outside. I am soaked within seconds of stepping outside, a human condenser that has been chilled by the AC and then exposed to the searing humidity. It is said that there is no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothes. Well, there are no clothes that are good for this. I am damp and crumpled all the time.

I stop complaining when I look out of my car window and see a man in coveralls cycling against the traffic with all his gardening equipment strapped to his bike. It’s 48 degrees. I’ll quietly escape to Europe with the children and fully experience the summer next year.