Shinmoto

 The sky laid black with storm clouds dancing about. Bags and paper soared by as countless droplets soaked the streets. Numerous buildings stood abandoned, doors rattled and slammed wildly. In the distance a lone man strolled through, rain echoed off his umbrella. As he observed the buildings, his gaze set on someone sitting outside a gas station. Upon approach, he could see the person was a young woman with no coat. Her face laid buried in her knees. She noticed the man and spoke up,        “What do you want? I have nothing to offer. Please...leave.”        The man kneeled down and met her eyes. They beamed red with sadness a