Torrents of water were rushing beside the marble curb. Lightening flashed in the distance and the ‘ostello’ operator told me there was no point in going outside.
Here, in Matera, storms this strong only lasted twenty minutes, so I waited. Stormwater drains aren’t a thing here. The roads are designed to direct water downhill to some undisclosed destination, taking the refuse with it.
Obediently, I waited. The storm let up long enough for me to walk to a restaurant. Fortunately for me, because the ostello had no source of food.
Then, quite politely, it resumed its downpour while I was in the restaurant, letting up again for my walk home. I am grateful for the coincidence that allowed me to walk to and from the restaurant with very little rain, even if it poured otherwise for a few hours. 🙂