The monastery courtyard

I look in at the tall, narrow trees-strange Suessian creations-from an open and unconstructed space of the monasteries second level.  Outside the monastery walls I can see distant fields of corn, radish, and rice and finally the green jagged mountains-hazy in the early morning light.  They seem to be steaming. There is a  metal wire stretched across between two red, steel beams for hanging clothes to dry.  It is wet season and there are times when I sit here in this elevates space, when the alumininum roof that shelters the area is battered with rain and I become enclosed by walls of water streaming of the edges of the roof and falling into dark red puddles of sand and clay.