The rain was falling and it continued to fall. It fell upon Cole's head as he stood over the grave of his father. There was sorrow in the air. He gently placed the flowers he had earlier bought on the soft soil and walked away sullenly. He walked alone and nothing seemed real. He was praying that he would soon wake up and his whole life would be a dream. One screwed up nightmare that never occurred. He waited and waited and the rain subsided, but, nothing.