m<a class="postlink" href="http://www.freewebs.com/stoked23/Wolfs%20Rain01097.jpg">http://www.freewebs.com/stoked23/Wolfs%20Rain01097.jpg</a>m<br/><br/>Rain couldn't help but watch this strange woman bend over and stare at the bill he had dropped in order to attract attention to this spot. Being the Immortal creature of long years among those who slowly wither and die, he sensed something different about this woman. It nagged at him, gnawing at his insides. Ignoring the feeling, Rain set down the violin he played on the corner to earn money. This woman looked confused and he couldn't fathom why. They stood on a normal corner in an average city.<br/><br/>Picking the violin up again, Rain begins to play a set he had heard while passing by the home of an Italian family. "You know," he said as he continued to play. "I have never seen you before. Most people who pads through here are regular offenders to my little corner." The slow, haunting notes that drifted from his instrument never failed to captivate those who walked passed. "It's the strangest thing really, the people who stop to visit and listen are those who seem to be the busiest of all."  He smiles at her while finishing the short but stirring tune of his past.