Rainy Requiem

In the darkness, a figure stands, shrouded in wet leather, a silhouette against the night. The rain pours down, a relentless curtain of water that washes away the world's din, leaving only the sound of droplets on skin. The hands, wet and glistening, grasp at the belt, a gesture of resolve or despair. The leather jacket, slick with rain, clings to the body, a second skin that holds the secrets within. In this moment, the world is reduced to the rhythm of the rain and the thrum of the human heart. It's a scene of contemplation, of resilience, of the beauty found in the melancholy of a rainy night.