A Shield
The wind was brisk; it flew in short cuts every few minutes. Each one tossed its waves in different directions. A fight between the two, the waves wanted to counteract the wind that commanded it – however that seemed impossible. It made up the waves… Still, they fought a terrible fight.
Humans were involved in this fight. A crows of humans stood waiting for the train. The sun had just set, deeming them into a night area, but it still felt like afternoon, no matter how cold and how hard the weather would become. Most of the crowd fought for their umbrellas, or turned so their hoods would keep to their cold, wet heads.
One man in the crowd was relentless against his mother's past offers for an umbrella, or a coat. His top and a coat clothed his torso. Neither of the two had a hood, so he was at a loss.
The humans grumbled around him, leading him into thoughts of hatred to down his mood. Snarky pests, they are ungrateful of what they have, he thought. Oh, like you should be trashing them! They at least brought those gifts, unlike you!
He grumbled to himself. The whole mess around him was a grumble.
Where was the train that they were all praying for? Late? Never to come? He hoped an answer would come.
The pellets stopped dancing on his oak hair. A red umbrella was used as a shield to him. He turned his head to the side; a smile greeted him when the other noticed him. "I thought you might need it." The man had strokes of rain now running down his face, but still carried that cheerful grin, his eyes closed with happiness.
"Thank you." Dan spoke him. He knew from many past encounters with nice strangers that they would rather give than keep – and wouldn't take no for an answer. "What's your name?" Yeah Dan, that's rude of you for not saying your name. Another stupid move.
"Dan." He answered after a long moment. Then he shuffled closer to him. "This helps us both." Though it were really the other man's call. "Dan…" The other revised. "I'm Phil." His free hand was outstretched, and waited for Dan's to confirm it. He did, still in shock of the man – of Phil's gestures.
The train arrived, though this did not mean Dan and Phil had to depart each other. Its doors opened and they were the first to climb in together, and sit next to each other. Phil gave Dan his number and they chatted about many similar interests.
"Dan?" The voice rang out as Dan was grabbing his bag to get off. "Yes?" He stumbled to look at Phil, who held a red umbrella in his hand. "I don't mind the rain all that much. Just return this to me whenever we meet again."
He would, that was certain.