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If you thought last weekend had enough drama with ADEL, brace yourself, because the weather has decided to get truly poetic on us. A new low-pressure system has formed, and in a twist of fate that would make an English literature major weep with joy, it has been named BYRON.
Yes, the ghost of Lord Byron is making a comeback. He may have only briefly stopped in Cyprus in 1809 to buy some legendary Commandaria wine and pen a few lines about Aphrodite, but this time, he's bringing his full "Romantic" baggage with him. Just like the poet himself, this weather system is moody, and frankly, a bit unstable.
Today starts deceptively calm, much like the beginning of a tragic poem. A weak high-pressure system is currently holding the fort, giving us partly cloudy skies that will gradually thicken into a brooding grey. However, the atmosphere will be suspended with dust, perhaps the "dust of ancient empires" Byron was so fond of writing about (or just sand from the south, but let's keep it artistic).
The winds will be picking up significantly, blowing moderate to strong at 4 to 5 Beaufort, effectively setting the stage for the evening's performance. Temperatures are still clinging to a pleasant 21°C inland and 22°C on the coast, but don't get used to it.
By this evening, the low-pressure system BYRON officially takes the stage. Expect it to unfold first in the west, with local showers and thunderstorms rolling in like a stanza of angry verse. The winds will dial back slightly to a moderate 3 to 4 Beaufort, but the sea will remain restless.
Tomorrow, Saturday, the full force of this Romantic storm kicks in. The skies will be mostly cloudy, and from midday onwards, we can expect a crescendo of rain and isolated thunderstorms. And because no Byronic epic is complete without a stark, frozen landscape, snow or sleet is expected to fall on the highest peaks of Troodos.
This gloomy, passionate affair continues through Sunday and Monday, with temperatures gradually falling to match the melancholy mood. It’s the perfect excuse to do exactly what Lord Byron would have done: stay inside, light a candle, and open a bottle of that famous Commandaria wine while the storm rages outside.
