Tuesday April 27, 2010

About 3 pm, the clouds move in and the humidity rises. I'm sitting at my desk. Out of the window directly in front of me I watch women and children balances buckets on their heads as they go back and forth from the river. Through the open door to my right I can see the massive mango tree that shades our office. The temperature directly under this tree is always a blissful few degrees cooler than anywhere else. Now the leaves are beginning to tremble and in a moment the whole tree is shaking in the wind and ripe mangoes are falling like rain. Everyone is laughing and chasing to catch the sweet fruit. Then the rain pours down, sending everyone except the children inside. The children continue to chase the mangoes and then begin to dance in the rain. They are thin, except for swollen bellies, and they are getting the only clothes they own soaked, but they are laughing and playing like children do everywhere.

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