Storm

He stared out his back window as the rain poured. Thunder boomed overhead as flashes of lightning lit up the sky. She would be out there tonight. He could feel it.
She wasn’t always there when it stormed. Over the years he learned that there was no rhyme or reason to her appearances. He saw her during the day once, but otherwise it was always at night, and almost always when it was storming.
Usually she would smile and wave at him, and he would smile and wave back. Could she see him? He liked to think so. But if he was being honest with himself, he doubted it.
The downpour continued. A bolt of lightning forked through the sky and he saw her. She smiled. He grinned back at her. Tonight was different. He missed her so much.
She waved. He waved back.
She beckoned for him to join her.
He did.