by Helen Pidd, Guardian, UK - As night fell on Bogalay, so too did the rain. The tiny proportion of residents whose homes had survived the cyclone retreated indoors, often with their less fortunate neighbours. Others bedded down in monasteries and schools that had been turned into refugee centres. Far more crawled under the makeshift shelters they had cobbled together from bits of corrugated iron and branches they had found in the rubble. A few resigned themselves to another night outdoors.