A solitary poet sitting at an outdoor café in the rain, lost in thought. He’s in his 60s, with silver hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and a woolen coat draped over his shoulders. A worn leather notebook lies open before him, and his pen rests lightly against the page. Raindrops streak the window next to him, creating a moody, introspective ambiance as he gazes off into the distance, lost in contemplation.