The easyJet small-ish jet left Geneva promptly at 7:05 am while it was still dark. A crescent moon hung in the sky as it gradually got lighter and lighter.
Snow on the Swiss Alps made the mountains visible even in the semi-darkness of pre-dawn.
The pilot was happy to announce that with our strong tailwind the flight would take only 3 hours 40 minutes, but to expect some turbulence.
Just before reaching the eastern end of the Mediterranean, our clear blue skies got full of clouds, and snowflakes rushed past my window.
The pilot said Ben Gurion airport was experiencing severe weather and we would have to "hold" over the sea until a landing was possible.
We flew slow and low over the water for some 40 minutes, just drehing around in that holding pattern.
Finally the Israel coastline appeared and we went in on an unusual route I've never seen before.
The landing, thank God, was fine and everyone applauded.
There were big puddles of water everywhere.
When we walked out into the Arrivals Hall a tall crane was inside, and two men were fixing the ceiling panels.
All it takes is a big rain (usually the first rain) to flood and paralyze this country.