2008 North Indian Ocean Cyclone Season
The 2008 North Indian cyclone season was an ongoing event in the annual cycle of tropical cyclone formation. The North Indian cyclone season has no official bounds, but cyclones tend to form between April and December, with peaks in May and November. These dates conventionally delimit the period of each year when most tropical cyclones form in the northern Indian Ocean.
The scope of this basin is north of the Equator and west of the Malaysian Peninsula. The India Meteorological Department (IMD) and Joint Typhoon Warning Center (JTWC) monitor tropical cyclones in this basin. This basin is divided into two different seas by India; the Arabian Sea to the west, abbreviated ARB by the IMD, and the Bay of Bengal to the east, abbreviated BOB by the IMD. On average, about 4 to 6 storms form in this basin every season.
The 2008 North Indian Ocean season was average in activity, but was very eventful. This season ranks as the costliest and one of the deadliest seasons on record, with about 12 billion dollars in damage and over 138,000 deaths. Cyclone Nargis was the most notable storm of the season. It caused the worst natural disaster in Myanmar's history, and caused the majority of the damages and deaths this year.
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