On a rather ordinary rainy day, a simple bank manager meets a strange man loitering in a puddle on his front lawn. During this odd encounter, the bank manager learns only one thing: the man's name, Eusebius Murray.

Unable to shake Eusebius from his thoughts, he sets out to find him and get to know him better. But what begins as straightforward concern for the man's safety and well-being grows into a complex infatuation. Through a series of chance meetings, Eusebius teaches the bank manager to see life in an entirely new way-that one should lie in the rain at least once, that the trees hold vigils for those who wander among them, and that perhaps living and dying needn't be all that different.

In an age of rushing and being rushed, The Stranger of Delafield Avenue gently reveals the quiet stories we miss, the strangers we pass, and the meaning we might find if only we paused.