He was standing in the pouring rain. He wasn't sad, nor happy, but more…in a trance if you will. He could not control nature, he realized this, but he could enjoy, and work with it. As he maneuvered the cold raindrops around himself, effortlessly picking at the strings of his sitar, it was almost seemed like a dance. The drops almost looked to dance around him, as if it were a masquerade. You could not see their faces, just shapes, moving only until they were told to discontinue. He whipped his blonde hair out of his face, the rain illuminating his deep blue eyes. His black cloak was flowed smoothly around him, as the music rung out through the dark night. It was like a lullaby, but impossible to fall asleep to because the tempo, and the tune were forever changing; as is the weather. Although it was bitter cold out, just seeing and hearing him made it feel warm, inside. They say that Nobody's cannot feel, but it's on nights like this, watching him, that contradicts them. Maybe one day, I'll step out of the shadows to see him; but I do not want to risk ending these nights. So for now, I will remain unseen, until the day when my courage finally comes. Watching his dance with nature, and ignoring the sadness in my nonexistent…heart.