Part7 of Moving Mountains by Adam J. Shardlow

September has been a tempestuous month. The weather has slowly cooled and while on most days it is still warm and sunny, in the evening there is a stiff breeze that helps to drop the temperature. When the sun is not shining it means it is raining. Dark clouds come in from the coast and congregate over the mountains like sullen teenagers skulking around a park bench. Slowly they edge towards us, encouraging each other onwards, taunting the town until Barga is engulfed. The rain is heavy, large droplets splash onto the terracotta tiles playing out a staccato drum beat. What begins as a slow waltz soon develops into a battle of the bands as a deluge is released from the sky.

The rest of this Adam's well read series on barganews is here