When Rain Comes...
Just something I began writing from when I was still in Italy. It's already been a full month since I've been back and I'm happy more than ever that I documented what I saw from my window, I won't get to see it for some time. Or perhaps ever. I'm almost beginning to wonder if there is something in the rain because the Italians have a way of scurrying about the streets like God is going to make it flood again and if they don't hurry they will miss the Ark. Well it's not like that, but it's the closest thing to a visual I can give you. Across from my bedroom view there is an old man that looks out of his window on the 5th floor everyday. Always consoling his hands with his head, looking like he doesn't know what to look for beneath his window; but he stares for a good 5 minutes looking at passers-by. A woman who occupies the same flat is often hanging tons of laundry, of which most of the contents hanging up do not resemble any article of clothing...