Thunder tore the sky. This was a directive before the storm, after that. The clouds condensed due to an emergency, and light drops began to fall slowly, in line with the wind. A mournful blood sprinkled the city, and the town lined up in close rows, in preparation for prayer, no bowing or prostration, for the funeral of the high-ranking, after the crowds had finished praying the four takbeers. A corpse raised the heads of the crowd on the palms of a handful of soldiers uniformed in military uniforms, lightly and regularly, meeting around the coffin, and advancing towards the cemetery