Rainy Requiem
Reflection
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.