She is
watching the thunderstorm make the sidewalk a river
waiting under the awning of a hotel
holding her black heels in one hand, her gold clutch in the other
I watched
from the other side of the street,
from a window seat at a bar
killing time until a former co-worker could meet for supper
Finally,
I walked across the street
splashing my way through traffic
handing her my umbrella
It's yours, I said
My hero, she whispered
half a smile
Dreams have happy endings