It rained yesterday afternoon in Joburg. ‘Whoop dee whoop’ is what you must be thinking if you don’t live here. But we in Joburg love our afternoon rain storms almost as much as we love our breathtaking sunsets and the tinted windows we view them through. I am sure there has been many a person leaving Joburg, bags packed, couch tied to the roof racks, driving over the bridge out of the city only to be called right back by the low rumbling of a huge, dramatic afternoon storm on its way.
It hasn’t rained in months. Months and months. And months. So yesterday, when the sky went grey and the light changed to the green clearness it does just before it hails, we knew it was coming. And it didn’t disappoint. Joburg storms are like a hungry Opera singer with PMS. Violent, angry, dramatic and so entertaining to watch. I hope it’s the first of many performances.