CONTRASTS

The rain, the thunder, the water rushing down the street in a torrent, filling the road with first water then slime as it washes away the excrement from the cows and dogs that populate the streets.  

The wind howling through the metal roofs as the rain finishes. Clearing away the clouds and giving rise to bright sun on the roof of the world. 

The morning light illuminating the mountains and the clear blue sky.  Slowly changing to a gentle golden light on the backs of the boys' ghos as they walk from the dining hall to the school amidst the lush greenery of the school campus. 

The heat of the sun bearing down on the shiny black heads of students lined up neatly in rows chanting their prayers and singing the national anthem.  

In the afternoon the mists push their living fingers down the streets and into the cracks in the windows.  Sifting through the door and enveloping the animate and inanimate with a wispy blanket.  The blanket becomes heavy and wet, Doors are closed, windows covered against the spirits.  The fog becomes dense and damp.  The thunder begins again and the lightening cracks through the thickness of the fog.