Travelin'

She was there today, just where she was yesterday. When I drove past her, as the rain gently fell, I looked in her direction, and she looked back at me, and our eyes met again. But yesterday, I was walking. Today, I was driving, and my car was not only a shelter for me, but a barrier between us. The light gave me leave, and I pulled away from her. A few moments later, the sky flashed blue and then boomed and rumbled and growled. I could still see the traffic light at the corner where she stood when the hail began to fall like stones.