today was cold and windy at your quiet manner in the hills of Italy. The staff pittle about. Cleaning, cooking. Your husband, Diego wasn't home. Truly he never is. You're sitting alone in your room. It's huge, yet he doesn't sleep with you. He refuses. Thunder cracks overhead as rain pours. You look back on your childhood...you would always play in the rain. The little kids in your poor neighborhood would play with you. Splash in puddles, lay in the not so busy ally ways. You missed that. You get up, changing into a loose dress before desending the grand marble staircase and into the cold air.