Venice was particularly beautiful today, with the rain cascading down her bridges, forming rivulets that trickled back into her canals making the relationship between land and water even more intimate than usual.
The dark green water danced in a staccato of glistening crowns as each rain drop made contact, being absorbed into the life-blood of the city, adding buoyancy to all that travelled her briny tendrils in usual familiar fashion, undeterred and as if in welcome of the cooler air.
The gondolas with their serrated knife-edge fins, and ornately carved black glistening bodies teased at their moorings as Lady Venice swelled with pride and pulsed in time with the ancient bells that sang her praises, and called to her many suitors celebrating her many treasures.
The deep lines of her now vibrant facades washed bright by the passing storm only accentuated the deep wisdom of a woman who had become ever more beautiful and enchanting with the passing of time and the changing of the seasons, revealing a tenacity buried deep within her winding alleys, and the giant wooden columns of her timeless foundations. Intricate patterns of countless stories and histories woven through the fabric of her very flesh indelibly marking the souls of all who would call her home, even if just for a day.
The rain like many of her visitors was just passing by, giving nourishment to the matriarch of the waters, rejuvenating her splendour and alluring charm, and for those few hours making her glow with unbridled pride.