kolkata quiet

after that first bombast of water and dark, lightning that ruptured the sky into pieces, violent fissures opening up in the dark of clouds, we have entered into some kind of period of uncertain calm. the sky has become unsettled, a canvas across which blues grays and whites drift, roving and ranging about like lost sheep. there is none of this intensity, none of the fireworks of those earlier rains. there is blue peeping thru white-grays and pale grays sweeping into blue, the scorching of an unbridled sun through a clear sky and the sudden cold of an unexpected and almost unnoticed rain shower only coming to leave, a momentary mood of this temperamental sky. the cool and the hot always in flux, the air in mute ripples of transition over a city alternately damp and arid.