CansiglioMarco was standing at the window watching as dark clouds rapidly shrouded the peak of Monte Pizzoc. It had already rained yesterday. He went out on the porch just as a few drops began to fall on the wooden floor.
When he went back inside, Anna was curled up on the couch, sleeping with a smile on her face. The rain was now heavier, beating insistently on the tin roof. He took a blanket and draped it over Anna, then sat down next to her and simply looked at her.
Pregnancy had made her skin more luminous and smooth.
- My lovely Anna! - he thought, reaching out to caress her face.
It was now dark outside, as the rain had taken over the entire valley. He went to the couch, lay down, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.
