Usually after two days or so of sun torture a sweet sheen of clouds washes its way across the sky and the heat settles down to a more pleasant level. Don't get used to this, however, because soon more clouds will march across the sky. These aren't little white bits of fluff however but huge, solid grey mountains that barge past the terrestrial peaks that ring UB and loom above the city like alien spaceships. Sunsets are violent feasts of yellow light, grey mesas, black peaks and blue-black witch smoke. There is more landscape in the sky than on the ground.
The weather cools more and rain starts pouring nonstop... good news for a country suffering increasing desertification. Then, during the night, the real action hits. Crack! Boom! A massive thunderstorm settles down for several hours. The next day reveals a grey but docile atmosphere, wet sidewalks and COLD! Where just 48 hours ago people were sweating in tanktops there are only walkers in overcoats.
July 3rd was a bitter day. I went out in long sleeves, refusing to believe that July weather would ever merit a jacket. I was shivering after only forty minutes outside. Stores turned on their heating to comfort their customers. People walked briskly down the cold, miserable streets with their chins buried in their coat collars.
Yesterday saw a rise in temperature and today is summer perfection. It is 79 degrees and the sky is blue. The living is good. Tomorrow will probably once again feature sunlight that melts flesh from bones... but today is good.