The Man in the Dark

I know I'm bad. Pity me. (Advice appreciated)

There he stood, under the gurgling waterfall, in the cold wind, as the rain spattered. There he stood standing straight as a rod, with a broad chest and wide shoulders, leaning crudely against a rock wall. There he stood with smooth black hair curled under a tilted hat, with a neat grey suit, as he waited for some unseen event. There he stood, in grim composure, a compass hidden in steady hands, and dark, glancing eyes, scanning his surroundings. And then there he stood. The man in the dark.