He found himself lying in a thin flood of the middle of a quiet rainy town, staring at the smoky grey clouds in the sky and falling rain drops upon him. Slowly raising himself halfway with a bit of a struggle, he glanced around. The sight of everything looked almost colourless. The streets seemed to be completely deserted. On a gloomy day like this, who wouldn't stay indoors? He made his way onto his feet and held his jacket up from hanging off, feeling the heavy drench in his hair and clothing. The rain was not cold, but rather calming. He wished he had an umbrella but it would have been pointless anyway. He wondered what he was doing here on the ground. But, he let the thought pass. He wasn't sure where he was, but it had a familiar feeling, as if he had been here before. Without a destination in mind, he started walking aimlessly, hoping to be somewhere.
Splish, splash. The sound of water dancing all around and beneath his footsteps, and the occasional thunder from above. It filled his ears leaving no room for silence, but it was somehow peaceful nonetheless. Other than his own breath and heartbeat, there were no other sounds. Listening to the rain long enough, it was starting to sound like music. It was a nice feeling. He could stay out here for hours. But from the looks of the minor flooding, it seemed like it has been a while since there was sunshine. He wondered, when will the rain stop? Or would he prefer it to keep going?
There was some kind of a plaza or market coming up on his left. Still, no one was around. Looking ahead, he seemed to recognize a few of the signs hanging on the shops, but wasn't sure if he had ever been there before. There were many other signs he saw but were completely faded, as if the stores here have not been maintained for a long time, but they all seem to be in excellent condition. Were they in the process of opening up a new market? He peered into the windows of each store he walked by, noticing they were all filled with items for sale. The lights and equipment were all on but no one was inside working. It was strange, but it didn't bother him oddly enough.
As he continued his walk, in a moment, a piano tune could be heard. It was quiet at first, but somehow easily noticable. He took a moment to listen to it, but it was difficult to make out the music in the conflicting noise of rain. He wondered where it was coming from. It got him curious. He kept on walking and went around several corners. He didn't bother memorizing his steps. It was apparently pretty far. As it got much louder and recognizable, it sounded familiar. He took a moment to think. Where had he heard this song before? It was the same tune he had hummed to himself at a certain fountain some time ago.
At the end of its trail, the song seemed to be coming from a small burnt down building just several paces away. How strange and out of place. He stood still and gazed at the ruined building in perplexity. He could feel his heart beating faster for some reason. Who could be living in a place like this? He slowly approached the building. Looking past the shattered window, the whole room was covered in ashes. Without a second thought, he carefully stepped over and into the house. The song was almost at its loudest now. He wondered who was still here. A warm light was flickering beyond the slightly opened door at the end of the hallway. He led himself through. Along the way, picture frames were hung up but slanted and smoked up. The people in those photos were unrecognizable. Emotions come rushing in as he began to feel terribly sorry for the people that may have lived here. As he closes in, the sound of rain slowly diminished to silence. He gently pushed open the door. A young-looking white-haired woman playing on a black wooden grand piano with a lit candle holder resting upon it. She seemed not to have noticed his presence, but instead kept on playing. He stood at the doorway and remained silent while he listened to the song until it ended. She rested her hands onto her lap and gave him a quiet curious but warming look, waiting for him to say something. She looked beautiful with those lovely red eyes, and somehow awfully familiar. He couldn't help but wonder and say, "Who are you?"
She smiled gently.