Okay so it is stifling hot, not sunshine hot but humid hot, the type of hot that a mere movement causes you to sweat buckets . The kind of day when you don’t need a wee all day despite drinking loads of water which makes you realise you are sweating wee.
Then the wind picks up, the storm clouds gather and you hope for some fresher air once the storm passes.
But the rain is warm, hotter than the shower water this morning and falling from the air with as much power.
But beware if you are on a tram in Prague during a storm. God forbid any Czech should get wet so the windows are slammed shut as soon as the first drop of rain has evaporated on the baking concrete. By the time the downpour has reached full flow the tram is like a sauna except thankfully people have kept their clothes on especially the big biker in front of me.
So the storm rolled passed emptying litres of water onto our parched streets and leaving just a breath of fresh air but not a lot more.
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