A steady rain fell on the eerily gloomy city of Milwaukee.
Thin curtains of hazy mist had chased after the heels of the storm clouds that rolled in silently the night before, shrouding the buildings and streets in a somber grey veil.
The streets shined like liquid silver under the muted yellowish glow of the street lamps and every so often a car would rush by and send the rain waters flying in a shimmering arc
onto the sidewalk to drench any unsuspecting pedestrians that was unlucky enough to be in the way.
Trees hovered over the rain splattered sidewalks that wove up and through a small park that sat comfortably between the stern foundations of the tall dark skyscrapers. Weeping
willows reached down to brush the grass, oak trees rattled softly in the wind and pine trees sat snuggly in beds of fallen needles. In a stretch of open ground sat a large man made
pond where on any given day one could see children and dogs running wild along its now darkened shores and throwing bits of bread onto its surface to watch the birds eat. Now
however there were no children and the lakes dark waters rippled and swirling in the wind and rain of the storm. A gentle hill rose nearby that in the winter time was a favorite spot
for children with sleds but now only gave rest to a single hunched over figure.