The wet, Solitary night

It was one o'clock in the night of a chilly December. The rain was pouring down mercilessly. He was standing at the corner a pavement with his bags and patience. Streets were all empty and dark. The noise of the barking dogs and the sound of falling raindrops were the only things that filled the silence.  He had been waiting for his friends for twenty minutes as they had to leave for New York by the flight which was to fly off two hours later.  Checking his phone once again, he cursed the signal for not being there.  He was a nerdy boy since childhood and standing alone in such an ambience was a big deal for him. Neither was he able to call anyone, nor could he walk back to his house as his landlord must have locked it and slept. He simply stood and felt the cold along with billions of raindrops that were hitting him furiously. No umbrella was being carried by him, just a worn out raincoat. After a few minutes, the dogs stopped barking. Now there was just the music of raindrops splashing here and there. Idle, he saw the patterns the raindrops were making on the boring pavement; he witnessed how fascinating the scene looked when fog and rain danced together. It didn't take much time for him to realize that he’ll be under the weather soon. With aching legs, freezing face and a pounding heart, he slowly folded his arms around his shoulders, as to seek some warm sensation. While he was massaging his arms, something tapped him on his waist. He immediately turned around. He wanted to scream but he was too frightened to make any sound. At that point of time, he suddenly couldn't feel any cold any more; he was petrified.  There was a little boy, all wet and dirty, in a worn out sweater and shorts, staring at him.