Episode IV: It does rain here
One of the (pleasant?) surprises of living in Cyprus was finding out that it rains here. Coming from a country where it rains a lot of the time, it was something I didn’t think I’d miss. Rain and cold weather would be things that would be distant memories by the time that I went back to the UK. But no, I’m writing the first part of this article as it’s pouring with rain outside for the second time within a week. It’s beautiful to this northern europeans eyes, granted it’ll stop soon and dry out within two hours, the result; a steep increase in humidity. But it’s worth it.
I started writing this over a month ago, and yesterday it spat for a bit during a thunderstorm. Spitting for those non native English speakers, is word for very light rain. Much like the inuit with snow, we have many words rain: spitting, raining cats and dogs, tipping it down, pouring; to name a few. And the further north you go, there are more words that you get for rain, until you get to northern Scotland, where it’s most of their vocabulary.
In this lovely island that I find myself living on, it’s so devoid of rain, that I dream of standing in the rain when it’s absolutely pouring down on a cold winter day in January. I want to feel the cold in my bones, almost catch hypothermia. Then I want to go inside and spend hours getting dry (a weird wish, but the heat does crazy things to you.). This I will love.
The southern Europeans think they know the rain but I can only explain it as Bain would “Ah you think rain is your ally? You merely adopted the rain. I was born in it, molded by it. I didn’t see the sun until I was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but burning!”
They don’t understand that’s it’s possible to have rain everyday for a couple of weeks.
So yesterday I found myself on the roof of my apartment with my flatmates, standing in what could barely be considered rain for where I live. However the clouds covered that yellow sky-living object called the sun, which I’m still getting to know, there’s a strong breeze and I have, for the first time in over three months… Goosebumps!! This beautiful feeling of almost needing a jumper, almost feeling like this T-shirt and these shorts aren’t enough to keep out the cold, almost, almost. But alas a few hours go by and the sun is out again, it’s over 30°C. I was so close, but not quite there. I will get my horribly wet and windy day in January, standing in the rain, and you know what? I shall relish every single miserable second.