Sitting in the drizzle

I spent an hour at a friends house drinking coffee on a damp drizzly afternoon today. For the whole time there was someone sitting on a park bench outside the window with their hood up, presumably getting steadily wetter. I don't know what the story was, perhaps he/she was on holiday and was going to sit looking at the view whatever the weather, perhaps they were waiting for someone who never turned up. . . Perhaps they are still there.