Rain
People stared as the young stranger walked through the village. It wasn't so much him they were staring at, but his right arm. It was made entirely of metal. In their minds they were making cruel remarks, not bothering who this stranger was or what he's been through. They couldn't see the emotion behind the mask, couldn't see the pain and sorrow swirling in his eyes.
He ignored the stares and mumbled remarks. His hands in the pockets of his leather trousers, his boots scraping along the ground. He hung his head, a small tear trickling down his cheek and splashing to the ground. Thunder rumbled and a strong gust of cold wind sent leaves swirling into the air. Lightning cracked across the vast, dark emptiness above. He lifted his head to the sky as the heavens opened, letting the cooling rain pour down onto the earth.