Its raining these days.
The first thing came to mind were those days strolling down the streets of Amman. There is something about the sound car tires make, when running over wet pavement that has always reminded me of Amman, specially at night. I remember walking with friends from مطعم هاشم until reaching دوّار الحاووز going through طلعة الخيّام and passing by مستشفى اللوزميلا. Right after the rain had stopped, you would see the city alive once again. People in the streets hanging out, water drops seeping off tree leaves, and a cool breeze reminding everyone to enjoy the fresh air even if for a brief moment. Once again, another winter, but its not Amman.
The closest I was able to muster was a drive with the window down listening to Aziz Maraka’s Amman.