The rain fell steadily, tapping against the windows like a soft drumbeat. Puddles formed on the cobbled street, reflecting the glow of the dim streetlights. People passed by in a hurry, clutching umbrellas and lifting their collars to shield themselves. A little dog barked in the distance, echoing between the narrow buildings. Inside a small café on the corner, a man sat alone with a steaming cup of tea and a notebook full of ideas. He watched the rain fall and let his thoughts drift. The sound of jazz music played quietly in the background, blending with the scent of roasted coffee beans and wet pavement. It was one of those peaceful moments, suspended in time, where the world felt calm and slightly surreal. He knew that as soon as the rain stopped, everything would rush back into motion — but for now, he just observed and breathed.