After a few hot days, the evening before last Tehran was covered in thick, grey cloud. Eventually an intense electric storm broke out, lasting for hours into the night. It was spectacular: the whole of the sky was torn by lightning, the thunder rolled from the east and in a second echoed from the west.
The storm raged until the small hours of the morning: at about 3.15 am I woke up with the sensation of water being sprayed on my face but it wasn’t a dream. The wind blew so hard on the curtains that they almost touched the ceiling and the rain was driven through the mosquito net on the window inside the room and on my bed! The carpet under the window was soaked.
The morning after the Alborz mountains looked blue and clear, like a picture postcard.
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