- Streets of rain
On a dusty, arid island like
ours, rain is always welcome. We need the dams to fill, the dust to be washed
away, the air to clear, the soil to soak up water.
I think rain is always
welcome, unless I in a hurry to get somewhere and stuck inside waiting for it
to stop so I can run to my car. Or unless I am driving.
The rain fell long and hard on
Limassol last weekend. Ayias Phylaxeos street, like many others, became a
stream. In some cases, driving down it, I had to guess where the pavement was.
Water splashing upwards as my wheels rolled through the puddles licked the
sides of my car. A fire engine blaring its siren tried to make it through the
muddle of cars behind me. I tried to make way and the fire truck raced past
me, with a couple of other cars trailing in its wake through the red lights.
When time the rain had stopped
completely, people began coming out of their houses and offices, like snails
from their shells, brandishing brooms, trying to clear the leaves, the plastic
bags, and the packets of cigarettes and bits of paper from the grates so that
the rainwater could drain through.
A man trying to turn right
blocked the road behind me and was censured with a cacophony of car horns. I
finally managed to turn left at the lights and drove on.
I heard later when I was home,
safe and dry, that four municipal vehicles were sent out last Friday evening
to deal with the mess. The fire department received over 70 calls that
The rain, though so welcome,
tends to bring tremendous problems when it finally arrives. Our streets become
waterlogged and little streams make little waterfalls as the rainwater
cascades down to the sea. Garages become flooded, people are stuck in lifts,
cars break down.
The next day, however, the sun
will always come out, the sky will clear up, the leaves will shine and the
smell of fresh, wet soil and grass will be in the air. And all will be well
with the world. Until it rains again.
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