Dance Between Raindrops

Dying for a cigarette, I walk my mother home through the evening.  I have Resolved not to buy cigarettes this year, and am sticking to it.  So why the excuse to go out?  Because that resolve is faltering.  We talk, I enjoy it.  I go to her house, say goodnight to my brother and sister, and step back outside to leave.  It is raining heavily.

Through the rain in boots, jacket and jeans,

I run.

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