I have a mouse but I'm home so it's okay

We played Frisbee in the rain on an empty street at night. We were both conscious of the mouse. It kept us from talking but it couldn't keep us from laughing. We threw to each other in the grass, through the gasoline-rainbow puddles, and between the tired trees. We laughed at the thunder and the mouse (even though the mouse wasn't funny at all). Then we perched on the curb and hugged our knees. We looked at each other and knew that with the rain in our eyes and the thunder in our heads we were home.

I'm home
you're home
we're home now.

Let me go, let me run; let me get away (for now... maybe for all time).