I walk alone in the rain. I like the sound it makes. I clutch my umbrella tightly. As I slowed my pace lightly. Slightly, a figure in a trench coat appears. Drenched and my solitude interfered. They appear to be in pain and soaked from rain. As I inched closer; I caught glimpse of their face. Tall and pale. Eyes of clouded marble that looked frail. A man with no nose and without teeth. A man disfigured beyond belief. Rain and thunder sets an eerie scene. Like something out of Halloween. My heart begins to race and my hands start to shake. My blood runs cold as he does something bold. He halted his step as did I. He is soaking wet, hunched over on one side. He seemed content when our eyes first met. The man did not speak or take another step. As his hand beneath grasps near his neck. Is he in pain or is he just insane. What was hidden beneath within the coat. A weapon perhaps. This place is pretty remote. Does he plan to kill. What will… In my panic I froze. His hand arose. Now I understand. So gentle and grand. So delicate and elegant a butterfly of blue rested on the knuckles of his hand. Silence breaks as he chuckled. “I found her in the rain and I wanted her to be safe. Sorry for the scare I hope you’re not troubled.” His old voice begs with a quivering cold legs. “Thats okay” I smiled as I lent my cover. His thin hand took my umbrella. “Thank you” he says graciously and he went about his way, mustering a warming smile on his tiny face. I bid him goodbye and walk away. I get soaked by the rain. The Man in The Rain