She is 

 

watching the thunderstorm make the sidewalk a river 

waiting under the awning of a hotel 

holding her black heels in one hand,  her gold clutch in the other

 

I watched 

 

from the other side of the street,

from a window seat at a bar

killing time until a former co-worker could meet for supper

 

Finally,  

 

I walked across the street

splashing my way through traffic

handing her my umbrella

 

It's  yours,  I said

 

My hero, she whispered

half a smile 

 

Dreams have happy endings