The storm rolled in a few hours back, it was the middle of the day, the clouds were dark and heavy with rain it looked closer to midnight. I was stuck coming back from a weekend conference, and looking forward to home, the storm had other ideas. My headlights on high, windshield wipers full blast, and I couldn't see a thing. I thought about pulling over and waiting it out, but how long would that be.

I drove on, not another soul on the road. The radio went static, and even though I had driven this road at least a hundred times before I wasn't sure where I was, or how much further. I slowed, the torrents of water, and gusts of wind made driving difficult.

I looked at the clock, knowing I would have been home by now if it weren't for this storm. I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand, sweat glistened as I pulled it away, my knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel. I pulled over, to get my bearings back. I took a deep breath in trying to relax. Fishing my cell out of my pocket, but as expected, no signal.

Tap... tap... tap.

I thought it was the rain before the passenger side door opened. I turned my head and screamed as a soaking wet hooded figure started to sit down.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I thought, I am so sorry, I thought you stopped to pick me up, I was hitchhiking right back there," he said pointing behind the car.

"Jeez, I, wow, no, I didn't even see you, you shouldn't be wearing all black when you can't see ten feet in front of you, you are lucky I didn't run you over, man you are soaked," I rambled.

"It's alright man, I can get out, I thought you were gonna help a guy out in this mess," he said, opening the door again. The sound of the rain beating down on the asphalt filled the car.

"Get in, it's fine, you are already in here, I need a minute, it was stressful enough driving in this without someone scaring me to death," I said. "I'm Corbin, and you are?"

"The name is Sam," the stranger said pulling back his hood, to reveal a mop of curly blond hair. He turned to me brushing the hair out of his eyes, and flashing me a brilliant smile before putting his hand out to shake. I had never seen a man so handsome in my life.

I reached my hand out to shake his, "Nice to meet you, so how did you get stuck out there in this?"

We sat in the car, chatting, he told me how he was hitchhiking across the country, working odd jobs here and there, planning on making it to California, and from there he wasn't sure. A loose plan he came up with and thought it would be cool to try out. He had packed up about a week ago and set out with his pack, some food and the small amount he had in his bank account.

I told him about my life, as boring compared to his, working an office job, the conference was the most exciting my job ever got, and it is dry. The more Sam told me about his life, the more I began to admire him, and wished I could have the gall to pick and go like that.

We talked through the storm, and as the rain let up and the clouds parted the sun beamed through the windows. The warmth radiated through the car, I turned to Sam, he smiled back at me, and said, "You can come with me if you want to, you don't have to stay in your boring life."

I looked back at him, his eyes glinting in the sunlight, "I wish, I could."

"You're wish is granted," Sam said snapping his fingers the sound reverberating around the car in a cacophony thunder.

Sam and I have travelled the world now, odd jobs here and there, life has never been boring since.