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 ...