Peaches on a porch in Inman Park while the thunderstorm passed

A summer thunderstorm caught me in Inman Park on a Thursday evening while I was walking home with groceries. A woman on a porch waved me up and held the door. We sat on her steps for twenty minutes eating her peaches and watching the water run down the street. I never learned her name. I know her porch very well. I walk past it more slowly now. Last week she was out there. She raised a peach. I raised my bag of groceries. That was our conversation.