Laying on the cold hard street corner a man dressed in rags sleeps. Eric walks past him and drops a few coins on the ground. The offering is a prey of mercy that he is safe.

A nasty storm is blowing in, the city is in a state of emergency. Eric could not stay home anymore. He’s too cool to be cramped up in his apartment.

He had to see her, the woman to whom his heart belonged to. He was that dirty stray and she was his cat lady. He loved her just a little more then the streets.

He walked threw the city after the after-party. Sober enough to know his way to his heart. The woman was miles away but could be so close.

The metro could get him to a warm bed, solid meal and shelter from the summer downpour. All Eric had to do was take the train to the mainland.

In a few hours, the tropical summer hurricane was going to touchdown in the city. It was going to be bad, and he didn’t have a hiding place, Eric had a woman who loved him.

Riding the train above ground he could see the storm approaching. Dark grays pick blacks and silver lining blanketed the city. Death and his four horsemen were seen riding through the clouds, laughing with cruelty at those scrambling home.

Eric’s train seemed to try to outrun the horseman. The train whaling and screaming down the tracks. Clouds rushed to gain on the train and soon overtook the train.

As Eric wonders if he would make it to his wife before the storm. The train making a ditch effort to safety from the storm; went underground.

Darkness eloped with the train. Then the conductor yells over the P.A system, we’re taking you straight home Eric. The next stop we will be making is yours.

The train seemed to transcend sound and light and beamed him right to his stop on the subway system. Eric left the train and at the exit, he stood watching the summer downpour.

Deciding to making a silent oath that he will see his woman no matter what. He braves the storm and runs. Running from the station to his wife.

Rushed with love for his bride. How she offers him shelter whenever he can’t hold the rain. She worried about him, she just want to protect him.

Where he ran to last night didn’t matter. She wanted him home with her. In his arms knowing he is safe. Here, where he belongs.

Eric stood at his wife’s doorway, drenched, soaked. She ushered him in and there they both were safe. Him with her, and her with him. As the storm danced.