Yesterday, on my way to the shops, I was caught in what I would describe as a giboulée de mars. Now, as I live in Britain, the nearest translation I have is April shower (even though the de mars part of my French experience suggests that these downpours only occur in March). For me, April showers somehow conjure up an image of lighter, shorter bursts of rain, interspersed with glorious spring sunshine. What I experienced yesterday was much more of a giboulée: sudden, ferocious, and drenching, with a hint of hail – nothing as pleasant as a shower. Explaining that I was caught in a shower just doesn’t seem to do justice to my experience. Or maybe April shower is actually the exact translation of a giboulée, April modifying the inoffensive shower to turn it into something much more unpleasant and powerful? As we head into the weekend, with more such weather on its way, can anyone help me with this most recent translation dilemma?