The rain started to trickle down the windshield as I pulled out of the driveway. I was on my way to work and was happy to get out of the house but not happy that it was for work. I turned the curve to the main road and the rain picked up. It was a spring shower, just heavy enough to be annoying and depressing but at the same time, enough for the flowers to grow. I was depressed with the rain because it reminded me of the struggle back at home. I was dealing with being alone. I didn’t have a soul at home. I was struggling to keep myself together.

I was driving a little bit under the speed limit just to avoid any issues with the wet roads and also just to think to myself. I just wanted someone in my life. I wanted a reason to get up in the morning. As I turned onto another road to head to work I seen a little puppy sitting in the rain with his head down and shivering. The animal lover in me could not just keep going. I pulled over and put my hazard lights on. I exited the car. The smell of the rain was refreshing. I walked over to the puppy and put my hand out. It cried like I was about to punish it. No collar, no tags and so skinny. He let me pet him and I was in love. He was a beautiful black pup, no more than 6 months old. I took my jacket off and put it around the puppy and brought him to my car. I knew I wasn’t going to work today. He was so happy to have warmth. He licked my hand and I could see instant attachment in his eyes.

The rain started to get heavier at that point. I was so thankful to get him out of the weather. He seemed to be thankful too. He barked at me and put his paw on my hand that had been resting on the center console. At that point I knew I wasn’t so alone anymore and I had made a friend and someone that was going to be there for me. I pet his head and we sat in the car and waited for the rain to lighten up.

We were weathering the storm.