A rainy fall morning in Cairo

August came to find me this morning as I was getting dressed and doing my morning toilette. “Mama, the air conditioner sounds really funny. In fact, ALL the air conditioners sound funny!” I listened. He was right; there was a kind of tapping coming from all of them, and it sounded almost as if it was… “Oh my goodness, it’s raining!” I had to run to the bathroom real quick, but hurried so that I could get a look out the window of this rare occasion. By the time I was done in the bathroom however, the ‘rain’ if you really can call it that – technically, can you still say it was raining, when it just sprinkled for less than a minute? – had already stopped. I had missed it. Our once-a-year fall weather, perhaps even winter weather, my one-minute window to cuddle up with hot cocoa under a blanket on the couch, candles lit, to listen to the tapping rain against the window, and I missed it. Not that I really would have done all this at 7:30 am this Monday morning, but you get the picture: I missed fall! Or actually, looking out the window, it’s still cloudy, so maybe it will rain again today. Maybe. Insha Allah.