Rain steadily drizzled from the clouds above. The dark stone alley was dimly illuminates by an old oil lamp. An old man stirred on a worn matress.
He looked up at the sky, jauntily fastening a yellow rain slicker and hat. He sat up, sighing wearily, grabbing an old stick by the ratty matress.
"Another day," he grunted, heaving himself upwards. He ran his fingers through his long gray beard, using the small drops of rain to scrub the dust from his wrinkled face. He looked up, the patter of small feet catching his attention.
A little boy and a little girl ran up to him joyously, holding onto their coats in the rain.
"Mister Matthew, tell us a story!"
