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 ...
