It was as if the weather couldn’t decide — summer or spring, light or cloud, sunshine or storm.
The city of Corfu woke up slowly, under a clear sky that looked almost untouched. Shopkeepers had set out their goods — fruits, vegetables, souvenirs, all kinds of things — beneath the blue morning.
People were already on the streets — families with strollers, tourists dressed like they’d just come from the beach, delivery drivers riding with full boxes on their scooters.
They passed through narrow alleys, between old stone walls and jasmine hanging from balconies. Umbrellas were still folded, and the wall colors were bright, as if painted with morning light.
But then, without any warning — just a soft silence, like a prayer — the sky darkened. A spring storm broke out with sudden force.
It was like the rain wanted to wash away the dust of the day, to freshen the shadows on the windows. The drops fell thick and fast, dancing on the cobblestones, drumming on shutters like a sudden marching song.
People were surprised but not afraid. In fact, many seemed to enjoy the sudden change.
Tourists ran to the arcades, under the arches of the Liston. Some children shouted with joy and splashed in the puddles.
A mother in Spianada Square covered her baby with her own jacket and quickly ran to find shelter beneath the thick trees. An elderly couple hugged each other a little tighter.
Water poured from rooftops, making little lakes in Spianada Square, where just before pigeons and children had been playing.
For fifteen minutes, the city became a dream: cool air, rain, and music made of raindrops.
And just as it came, it left.
The sun peeked out shyly, as if jealous that someone had stolen its place. The first rays hit the marble, and the colors came alive again — stronger, scented, full of life.
The air was now clean, as if someone had washed it with holy water. Scents — of jasmine, roses, earth, and food — filled the streets.
Life went on. People came back outside, lighter, more alive.
And Corfu, wet and bright, stood there like an old photograph that someone had colored in again.
It was an ordinary day in Corfu. And yet, a day that reminded us that even in the rain, life here never loses its beauty — it simply changes it.
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