I think of...
I think of a man with an umbrella walking under a dark, shadowy bridge in the late night, the streetlights creating a dim atmosphere; with the occasional bark of a dog. At 1:43 a woman comes along and the man and the woman start to talk under the strange bridge, and as the conversation get's deeper; the night and the rain begin to fade away, the sun begins to rise and create an amazing horizon; but the man and woman don't really notice, it get's deeper into the day, around midday and they leave, the rain keeps pouring... The rain keeps pouring, and the man is still there; alone.