The rain fills your senses, pouring in a torrential sheet as far as the eye can see.

How unfortunate, for the weather to take an abrupt turn mid-adventure: it doesn’t seem to show any sign of letting up.

Stood beneath the roof of a gazebo — after he rejected your audacious request to use his hat as an umbrella — the silence between you is palpable.

The Wanderer’s arms are folded, as he blankly watches the rain.

From where you stand, you can only glimpse his elegant profile cast in shadow.