Walk in the Rain...

To The Lady on the Train,

We walked together, side by side... close... Though the skies threatened rain, we walked... As a few drops started to come down, secretly, I was hoping for a downpour.. When the thunder rolled in the distance, I wanted to feel it shake my bones - I wanted to see the fork of lightening, hear the loud crack, feel the warm heavy rain.. I wanted to feel small compared to the storm, yet strong for facing it.. I wanted to be startled by it, frightened at it's potential - and to revel in it... and to know that I will last after it has passed...

Somewhere there was a storm - it was close - but this was not our storm.

We will wait. We will have our storm.

The Man in the Station