
Every other place I have lived, rain was a nuisance if you had to walk in it, but at least it would clean your car and perhaps the sidewalk a bit. However, this is certainly not the situation here. The rain actually makes things more dirty more dirty because it brings down part of the ominous brownish-black cloud of pollution that hangs over the city. Urban legends abound (at least among the expat community) about it running clothes and burning or stinging one's skin, and I was surprised and somewhat mortified to see men standing out on the sidewalks like they do any other day, as if nothing was different about the weather that evening. As for me, I ran to and from taxis and doors as fast as possible, with my scarf wrapped around my head. I survived, but evidence remained in the form of sooty, black spots from where the ran had managed to land on clothes or on my face (extra yucky).