Only one color is visible to my eye this day. It painted the sky, the air, the earth and the pale faces that passed me by, appeared as if to merge within it. That color was grey and it was the only shade I could see. Rain poured from the sky, as if god was unleashing bucket after bucket of heaven’s dirtiest water. It stung me much like sin would, as it fell upon my brow. A swirling fog encased my figure, like a misty haze.  Only the dim yellow light of the grim procession before me could be deciphered among the thick blanket of earthly smoke.

The rain was so very intense that all sound was drowned out, save for my own heartbeat, which pounded loudly in my ears. Curiously, I could hear my own breathing.

As the figures drew nearer, than could I see the faces more clearly. They were somber and featureless, all seemingly with the same visage. They were so dour, so blank, that they chilled me to the marrow. Why do they choose to walk this eerie procession?

All the bodies that marched on so dreadfully in that eerie vision were clad in black clothing, tall hats and long coats, dripping wet. A few sported umbrellas, mostly the women and the elderly, who trailed behind, as did I.

The line of dark shapes stretched further than I imagined, a large black box was visible in the middle of the march, being held by six gaunt, but sturdy men, despite the difficulty caused by the storm. The wind howled and the rain grew in intensity and I grew more frightened, and yet more curious.

A flash of lightning and I realized, as if a shock to my brain, that it was indeed a casket those men were carrying. What a terrible day for a funeral! What an awful thing it must be for a man or woman to be buried under such ghastly conditions.

Perhaps, this was someone of importance, or he would not attract such a crowd of mourners on such a day. Crossing myself, I chose to follow behind and observe where the casket was to be buried.

It was a dreadful occupation that I prescribed myself, following that casket through this morning’s foul weather, but this choice I made. The air was becoming so murky that it created the same effect as a moonless evening, where one cannot see the very hand in front of their face.