A hooded figure, seen from behind, stands in heavy rain, wearing a cloak with cut-outs and dangling droplet shapes.

From behind, a silhouette draped in blue and grey, the hush of rain stitched into its seams. Holes dangle like sequins, but they do not glitter— they fall, they drip, they measure time. Each cut-out a droplet, slipping from the hem like sand through an hourglass, like sorrow through a quiet sky. Unpractical armor against the storm, yet heavy with meaning— a jacket that cannot shield, only reveal. It wears the calm of rain, the sadness of clouds, the patience of water counting itself away. And so it stands, pictured from behind, a figure dissolving, a garment of rain slowly emptying itself into silence. See more