Image by katerha, via Flickr.com |
But in February, there were four days of rain. The rain was so strong that it seemed to go through the walls, or at least through the gaps between the doors and the door jambs and through the planks the doors were constructed from. For four days it rained. There were no runoff drains in the streets, so many of them filled, making it impossible to travel the normal routes from home to work, or at least impossible to travel at the same speed.
There was so much water on the roads that the government sent out trucks to vacuum it up and then emptied it into parking lots around the city that had first been built up around the edges with temporary walls to contain the water, a little like the sandbagging done on the Red River in the spring to protect homes from flooding, but in reverse. The water remained in those artificial ponds for many weeks, long enough that when Gloria, the ambassador's new secretary, arrived in February, she mentioned how surprised she was to find lakes in town. I told her to wait for a few days - they would soon be gone.
Sand yacht races in Qatar, with temporary lake in background |
Those four days of rain were the only days of rain during my two years in Doha.
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