The trees whip and bow as the wind sweep them.
The flood rises as it drowns the soil beneath.
Lightning illuminated the sky better than the flickering streetlights.
The thunder booms louder than the cries of scared little children.
Drip, drip, drip
The streets are abandoned
Families are tucked inside their homes
Roofs are flying
The ceiling is dripping.
Drip, drip, drip
The rain hits the pavement louder than the forecaster,
The ringing of the phone muffling the television even more.
The crying, the phone, the thunder and the tv.
Too many noises coming at once,
But the loudest of them all can silence it all.
Drip, drip, drip
She looked at the fluid dripping down her fingers
Drip, drip, drip
She looked at the ceiling above her
Drip, drip, drip
The fluid keeps dripping on her fingers
Drip, drip, drip
She moves her fingers to her face where the fluid seems to come from
Drip, drip, drip
She closed her eyes and covered her ears
Wishing to drown all the sounds
The crying, the phone, the thunder and the tv
Too many noises coming at once
Wishing to silence the loudest of them all.
Drip, drip, drip
Wishing to muffle the storm
Not from outside her window
But the one from inside her.