As I sat around surfing the net, catching up on some reading and generally “vegging out”, suddenly the windows of my 9th floor room rattled--loudly. The curtains billowed and the wind sounded pretty ominous, much like the winds of a hurricane at home. I got up to look out the window. Below the deep end of the pool was littered with pods from a nearby acacia tree. Several trees bowed in submission to the wind. The fiery flowers of a Royal Ponciana were snapped off in the wind. The mountains, usually visible in the distance were obscured by the sand filled wind. I thought the Harmattan of winter was dusty, but it was nothing like this.
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| The mountains have disappeared |
Smells like rain, but it hasn’t appeared yet. Leather (plastic) bags and other debris swirl through the air. Various leaves and what looks like caulking blow into my room through the a/c unit! I don’t want to fully open the curtains because they provide an additional barrier to the winds. Instead, I opt to go back and forth to the window which runs more than ¾ the width of the room, peering out from the corner behind a chair. Maybe it looks worse than it actually is. A few young men move chairs around the pool area and the headlights of cars can be made out moving along the street.
At last the rain begins. After some time, the air clears, the mountains are again visible in the distance. Now there is thunder more wind and rain. I suppose this has all been Mother Natures way of announcing the start of the rainy season.
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