He strolled along through the downpour. His dark, coffee colored hair became dreched and water rolled down his face moistening his eyelashes that surrounded his misty grey eyes. Droplets rolled off his nose and chin. At this point, his forest green sweater and his tan trousers were drenched. He didn’t care. He watched as people ran to escape the rain. He did not want to escape it, he walked further into it. He loved the rain. It gave him a feeling of peace and serenity.

He stepped onto a sidewalk that would lead him away from his bustling town and into a wooded area. The woods had become his favorite place. He went there in the morning when fog and mist encircled the meadow beside the woodland area. He would go after work to enjoy the quiet that nature had to offer. Sometimes, he would visit it at night to gaze at the stars.

Drawing him out of his thoughts, was an innocent and soaking wet kitten. He bent down to examine it. It had slate grey fur and deep, fearful, emerald eyes. He decided to help the kitten and take it home to ensure that it would be warm, safe, and dry. Scooping the kitten up, he drew it close to his broad, toned chest and turned around. He began the hike home to his small, but homey apartment. A hansome grin overtook his face as he looked at his new found friend.