You can tell a lot about the conduct of people by their weather pattern.
Ours, especially this time is so erratic it's a fierce harmattan in the morning towards noon, then transforms as if a scorching afternoon in the Middle East.
Soon as you start to growl in displeasure, it's evening already, and temperature gets so low that when you go to areas like Fajara, all you can hear is the wind whistling through the trees.
Sometimes you wake up and it's totally different, even the sun will refuse to come out, as if angry because the weather forecaster didn't say In'shaAllah (God willing) after predicting a sunny day.
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