You never know when a storm can brew up in the capital. It may have well been a sunny day, with you actually needing to roll up your sleeves. Come evening and you were sitting indoors planning a nice walk followed by a dinner or something, and voila! you venture out only to find the sky all overcast with scary looking clouds.
Worse, it doesn’t rain. The dust blows up into a hideous mass and leaves scatter everywhere; thunder rumbles with all the might in his sound-production kitty – but the floor of your terrace remains dry. No rain.
A couple walks in the dusty breeze. They are hand in hand, probably new to love.