Fare Thee Well (Rewritten)

An unfamiliar weather pattern - rain - greeted me as we parted our ways at the door, gentle drops trying their best to melt the stubborn snow. Inside the taxi, a heady air freshener and the faint smell of tobacco crowded my sinuses as we bounced over potholes and puddles toward home. Rivulets of rain refracted streetlights and squiggled paths down the car window as the same in tears found their way down flushed cheeks to my collar. Once home, rooms dark and large, a half-unpacked overnight bag sagged against a disheveled couch.

"A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts."

                                                                                               --Washington Irving