When the weather turns in Odessa, it really turns. From ice-bound streets to unbroken sunshine, from unbroken sunshine to forty-eight hours of non-stop torrential rain. Gutters turned to torrents, there are gravy-brown puddles everywhere, and the subway between my flat and work would be best put to use as the final part of an army assault course. This is bad for my shoes and exercise routine, but perfect for the next topic in the textbook: "Today we're going to be talking about the weather. What words go together with rain?"