Moscow’s skies will weep intermittently this Sunday, with thermometers hovering between +17°C and +19°C—a far cry from the crisp winter air that gripped the city just days ago. The weather gods, it seems, have traded snowflakes for raindrops, draping the city in a quilt of damp melancholy.
The wind, like a restless traveler, will shift from southwest to north, gusting up to 17 m/s during thunderstorms. Umbrellas will dance in its grip, and trees, still shaking off April’s chill, will sway like drowsy sentinels.
The suburbs won’t escape nature’s whims. Temperatures there will flirt with +21°C by day but plunge to a shivery +2°C after dark—a reminder that May’s warmth remains fickle. Locals might even catch the distant rumble of thunder, as if the clouds are arguing overhead.
This weekend, Moscow’s weather reads like a half-finished poem—equal parts promise and drizzle. The city, ever resilient, will shrug it off. After all, what’s spring without a little drama?
