I saw the rain. The umbrella. The lonely walk down a lonely street. Charcoal. A Smudge. I saw her face; her hair. I made it. Pencil. Shading. I saw her elegant coat, drenched in the wet air. Darkness. I saw the building, light shining through the windows. She was waiting. For something or someone. She was waiting for me. I walked into her portrait. She became startled. Erase. Pencil. I took her hand. A hand comes out of the darkness. We walk down the lonely sidewalk, letting the rain drench our souls.