"Padre, look! Pioggia! It's raining!"
That was how little Giorno went about drawing his father's attention to the light rain shower outside. He rushed over and stood behind the glass doors Dio following him with an amused look on his face.
"I see that."
"Watch the rain with me!"
"All right," agreed Dio sitting down to allow his son to crawl into his lap. Together they sat in silence listening to the rain tap quietly on their roof.
"Why do you like the rain?" Asked Dio smoothing his son's black hair.
"It's pretty! Padre, look there!" Suddenly Giorno began to point catching his father off guard. "It's Jojo!"
"Jojo...?" Dio's former calm faded into confusion. Following the direction of Giono's little finger he began to peer into the garden. Admist the haze of the rain a faint figure had begun to appear. The body became finely detailed the face lacking any definition, but it was enough for Dio to recognize as belonging to Jonathan.
Giorno waved eagerly at the figure and in response it raised its hand as if to wave back. Within the breath of a few more seconds it vanished. Giorno set down his hand happy with the result. Dio had been stunned to silence during the entire event.
"GioGio...are you hungry? I think it's time for a snack," suggested Dio without removing his eyes from the garden. Obediently Giorno crawled out of his lap and tottered off in the direction of the kitchen. Dio stood, walking up to the glass and having his eyes search the garden. Could that have been really Jonathan?