The Storm

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.

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