DUST STORM
The Kivan nights are still restless and oppressive: the air has been charged with moisture and pressure, the threat of Drenak's thunderstorms constantly on the horizon. Trapped between the jaws of two equally extreme and trying weathers you have to wonder - which one you actually prefer? True, the downpour of Drenak seems a blessing after enduring weeks upon weeks of the scorching hot sun and the waterless dry earth, desperately trying to cool off only to find there is no escaping the heat.
But Drenak will bring its own problems. The incessant rain and frequent thunderstorms will cause floods and untold damage. Talk about being trapped between a rock and a hard place.
Yet Kivan refuses to be simply swept away.
There's a break in the mounting pressure, and the hints of humidity in the early morning air is chased away, replaced by another small blessing - wind. It blows reasonably cold, sweeping in from the north, stirring the low rivers and parched swamps as it passes.
The blessing quickly turns to a curse. The wind increases and increases, tearing up the top layers of silt and soil of the dry world until the horizon is a constant, brown haze. Eyes and noses run and itch and chafe, and the gale blows for another day. Once it finally passes it leaves behind a nasty film clinging to buildings and covering water, canals and Plate reservoirs alike.
But Drenak will bring its own problems. The incessant rain and frequent thunderstorms will cause floods and untold damage. Talk about being trapped between a rock and a hard place.
Yet Kivan refuses to be simply swept away.
There's a break in the mounting pressure, and the hints of humidity in the early morning air is chased away, replaced by another small blessing - wind. It blows reasonably cold, sweeping in from the north, stirring the low rivers and parched swamps as it passes.
The blessing quickly turns to a curse. The wind increases and increases, tearing up the top layers of silt and soil of the dry world until the horizon is a constant, brown haze. Eyes and noses run and itch and chafe, and the gale blows for another day. Once it finally passes it leaves behind a nasty film clinging to buildings and covering water, canals and Plate reservoirs alike.
