The wind howled and rain was pelting down as he reluctantly stepped into the homeless shelter. He usually would avoid places like this but the storm was the worst he'd seen in his three years on the streets. There were a lot of others in this shelter as well. He found a spot and pulled his wet hoodie around himself. The doors opened again and some people stepped in with boxes of blankets and a pot of soup. You approached him with blanket and a bowl of soup, smiling as you handed them to him.