A Wet Day

Rain. A lot of it. Started at 0400 and its nearly 1900 now, and its still raining. Someone up there needs to shake up. They seem to have forgotten that this is a desolate desert we live in. Sand. Heat. Dust. Camels. Land Cruisers with no plates. I mean, its not like I don’t love it. If I could change one thing about the world, I would make it rain atleast 5 hours a day. But its a bit strange to see my immensly sandy backyard turning itself into a bloody golf course. Rain is one thing. Stalling in 3 feet of water in the middle of the roundabout at rush hour is another. Of course, since we’ve never even heard of DRAINAGE here, the water just puddles up and turns the entire country into a lake. Ive even seen some guy on the road using a raft-like contraption to get across the roundabout. Maybe we should all turn in our stations and get some nifty fibreglass powered jet beauty. It would certainly make getting through traffic easier. Or maybe we could build us some dhows out of the flotilla and row ourselves to safety.

Don’t blame me for the insipidly boring and pointless post. I’m running a fever.

~ by aecoss on December 12, 2006.