The sky was crying, rain was pouring and splashing down hard on the broken stone streets. People with umbrellas and raincoats walked quickly down the street - they wanted to avoid getting wet by the rain, one did not have a raincoat or an umbrella, but went quiet like no other on the wet with rain-spattered street. The rain poured down harder and harder and soon it was only the individual, but it did not matter because the person felt good to be different. Not like everyone else.